Bigby Bear
Dear Nettie,
I awoke early the next morning after an uncomfortable night due to the chillies. I set off with a map in hand of the surrounding National Park. In the dead silence around me I could hear the thundering of my heart, not even the tree leaves rustled. Following a dirt track for an hour eventually led me to a cave opening.
I checked the map for my current location. There was no mention of the cave, the spot was marked
Dead End. Curiosity may have killed the cat but I was armed with two fists and a powerful new kick I'd been practising. I inspected a tuft of brown fur stuck to one of the broken branches and, after giving it little thought, I passed through and cursed myself for not bringing a torch.
The cave had been man-made, I felt little grooves along the walls where other fingers had also navigated their way across. It wasn't long before I saw light streaming in from the end. A chipmunk scurried across my path as I stumbled into the bright daylight.
I was met with quite a stunning view of a clearing with wild flowers dotted here and there, the sound of a waterfall not too far off and what sounded like someone humming merrily.
I followed the humming. A barefoot old man with patchwork clothing was tending a garden. His house was certainly not made of gingerbread but you can never be too careful with strange Sims these days.
Hello.
You. It's you!
Yes, me. Who are you?
You left me black and blue, I still haven't recovered from the bruises.(When did I beat up an old man? The only fight I had was with the bear-guy. Oh...)
Well, Mr Bear, you shouldn't go around harassing young girls. Especially when I'm around. I clenched both fists.
He held up his arms defensively, dropping the watering can.
She thought I was a teddy bear, I don't like hugs! How did you find me? Did the Llama send you?
No, I found a cave and wanted adventure. Instead I get a tramp in the wood.
Tramp? My dear, I'm a Hermit. I should have covered the entrance but I was in such a hurry after that beating yesterday.
At that moment my stomach rumbled. Breakfast had been ages ago.
I'm making Fish Tacos if you're hungry.Any sensible person would have run away but I was interested to know more about this Hermit who dressed up as a bear.
This meal is divine. For an old man you sure know how to cook.
When you spend your life all alone you have time to learn all sorts of skills like gardening, cooking, herbalism and sewing too. Ah, I have to stitch that hole you made in my suit.He brought out the suit in question and seemed to forget me for a while. I light the fire and warmed my legs and hands. I wouldn't mind living in such a place if I didn't have the Dynasty rules to follow. I started telling him about what had happened so far. He chuckled as I recollected all the trouble I'd caused and said in truth he'd enjoyed our little skirmish, it reminded him of his long ago youth.
Hours passed as we exchanged little bits of our stories. The poor thing has gone a bit mad, he kept mentioning llamas for some reason. He confessed to visiting the real world for essentials like toilet rolls and fresh milk, but he couldn't face talking to other Sims so he'd made the bear suit as a disguise. Campers were delighted by his presence and the Park Rangers had persuaded him to be a sort of mascot.
I rose from the armchair and stretched and made excuses to leave.
I've enjoyed out little chat, Miss Chant, please come again. He took my hands in his and kissed them lightly.
Someone clearly had the wrong idea.
I waved from a distance but he was already engrossed in his gardening again.
Back at the campgrounds I may have exaggerated my meeting with the Big Bad Bear to the SKL brothers, I called him Bigby Bear to hide his true identity.
Love, Kessy H Chant
