Bear was disappointed by his experience at the Municipal Office.
"It's too bad she ran off," Bear thought. "We could have had such a delightful conversation."
But would have to wait for another time. Perhaps.
Having tramped around most of Blogland Lane, and feeling somewhat accustomed to the community, Bear decided to pitch his tent.
But where is the tent, and his meagre supplies?
"Oh, yes," thought Bear, "I had stashed all that in the bush before I came into town."
"So it's time for Bear to head back to the bush."
"Let's see," said Bear. "Probably I'll make a couple of trips. One for the tent; one for the provisions."
"I do understand," Bear thought, "that Humans like some short of shelter. I don't suppose I really need it, but it would make me seem more community-friendly if I have something for Humans to have over their heads when they come to visit." Bear was confident some would come. He had already met a couple; he knew there must be others.
So, off to the bush, to retrieve his belongings. He could have brought everything at one time, but decided to be more relaxed about it.
"Humans like creatures who seem more relaxed," he thought.
"Blogland Lane is a peculiar place," Bear said to himself. "An ideal place for a peculiar Bear." Bear, while not the brightest creature in the bush, at least understood peoples' impression of him.
And so he trundled off.