The bear necessities

The icy landscape that Oscar trots through does little to calm the irate donkey and a loud, “FUCK” rings through the landscape as one of his small hooves finds a deep patch of snow. He grumbles, pulling his short leg from the hole as he mutters about not being made for this shit. The herd is made for snow but not Oscar. Shaking his head, long ears flicking, the ass continues onward, surveying the desolate land. Trees poke up through the ice in random places, forcing the donkey to detour around them. Underneath the thick layer of ice, more trees can be seen, their forms frozen forever in time.

What a crappy place. Slowly walking on, Oscar spies a white form of a polar bear slowly stalking across the ice. Oh shit! He stops, ready to flee when he sees that the bear is sizing a tall wolf. Shit, shit, shit! Should he help? Surely, a wolf as tall as that one can take on a bear alone. Oscar may be a grumpy ass but he has a heart of gold and, despite his instincts telling him to flee, the small ass charges into the fray. As the polar moves to charge the tall wolf, Oscar lets out a loud bray, effectively pulling the predator’s attention to himself. Shit, fuck, crap, damn!

Small body skids to stop and legs churn as he skirts around the polar bear, small tail tucks to protect some… very important things as large paws try to strike the fast, little donkey. All Oscar can think is, ‘Please let the tall wolf be friendly!’.


"Oscar Monaghan"