LOST IN CYBERIA

This bear lost his bearings. Is mercury in the fish affecting our brains? I don't know. The truth may be that bears are also forgetful beings. The fact is that I forgot the password to access this blog for quite a few days. For many nights I was burning my neurones trying to remember that funguticus, slippery, fishy, sneaky, sly and furtive password. The most relevant news these days is... the weather. Christmas is next week and there is almost no snow at all. Supposedly Santa lives here in the Arctic, or North Pole as he likes to call this landscape. I never saw him. Rest assured that if a bear notices a fat man, dressed in red as a good chunk of seal meat, wandering about in the company of some tasty reindeers, that jolly Santa would make a very good hors d'oeuvre, beard and all. Such portly morcel in red trousers and black boots would really make any bear quite happy at mealtime. I'll keep my eyes open. I say, let bears feast on Santa.