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Birthday Bear

Berin woke up to the warm spring morning, stretching in the rays of the sun that shown down through the curtains of his window. He reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for his glasses, and blinked the sleep from his eyes. Finally finding the glasses, he placed them on the bridge of his long muzzle, and the world came in to focus.

He pushed himself off his bed, and after a little teetering, headed out of his bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. He grazed off the side of the hall as he walked around the corner into the living room, and then through the archway leading into the kitchen. A familiar aroma helped him come more to his senses, and he was very grateful he had remember to fill the coffee pot the night before.

The bear poured himself a cup of coffee and took a few pleasurable sips, then heard a sound of something being deposited on the front porch. The morning paper must have just arrived, though Berin thought it rather late from when the paperboy would normally drop by. Still, it was the next step in his morning routine, and he was happy to enjoy it.

Berin opened the front door and began to bow to pick up the paper as he normally would, when his nose just about hit a pile of shiny green packages that were piled up on the porch. He stopped for a moment, wondering what all of this was about, then remembered why he should have been expecting a surprise. He chuckled to himself, "Silly bear, it's your birthday, after all."

There were three presents in all, one small and light, though fairly long. The second was a larger rectangular box, which most likely had pants or a jacket inside, given the sound it made when the bear shook it. And last was a very big box that was quite a bit heavier than he would have imagined. He'd guess there was a TV inside except that the weight of the box seemed to shift a little as he carried it, and he was pretty sure he heard a small sound escape the package as he placed it on the ground.

But, being the type of bear he was, Berin decided to go from smallest to largest, so he grabbed the thin and long package, which was tied with a dark red bow. He untied the bow and opened the box, and there inside, resting gently against the cotton lining, was a new pipe. The pipe had a long black stem and a large dark cherry wood bowl. He lifted it up and examined it more closely, then placed it in his muzzle. If he let it drop down, it rested right on top of his belly. A small "Mmmm," escaped the bear, and he placed the pipe back in its long box, and set it on a table near his recliner.

Next the larger rectangular box, which was wrapped in a dark emerald green ribbon. Inside of this package, the bear pulled out a fairly heavy, dark green velvet smoking jacket. He put it on and tied the sash around the middle, appreciating the curly monogram of "BG" on the left breast of the jacket. Berin mused to his reflection in a small mirror in the entry hallway, "I think I need to get myself a fez, now."

The bear turned and eyed the last, and biggest, gift. It was wrapped with a shiny silver bow, and as he untied it, the packaged shifted on its own accord. A small smile crossed his muzzle as he opened the package, but he was indeed surprised to find a fairly large gray teddy bear resting in the box. He reached in and lifted it out, which took some effort, since the teddy weighed about 50 or 60 pounds, and probably came to about his waist if it were to be stood up on its hind paws. The teddy bear had a green bow tied around its neck, and as Berin examined it, he found a small tag attached. It read, "Enjoy your new toy, Mr. Berin. Happy Birthday. -STU" After removing the note, he found that "Smokey" was stitched on the green ribbon tied around the teddy bear's neck.

"Smokey, eh?" Berin sniffed the bear around it's face. "You certainly don't smell like a smokey to me." That's when he noticed a small breeze coming out of the teddy's muzzle and nose. As he looked closer, he noticed a hole in the center of the muzzle, where the stitching of the teddy's smile met in the middle, and two smaller holes like nostrils in the nose. He felt the breeze come and go, and smiled knowingly. "I wonder?"

At this, he picked up the long pipe from the box, and pushed the stem into the hole in the muzzle; it settled snugly into place and Berin held his paw over the bowl and found the breeze coming and going from there as well. A wicked smirk crossed his muzzle, and he put a large digit across both nostrils, and then covered the bowl of the pipe with the pad of his other paw. After a few seconds, the gray teddy bear began to squirm, but not enough to shake the bear's paws off the holes. Finally, Berin uncovered the holes, and felt a surge of pleasure as the breeze was now coming more quickly and forcefully through the nostrils and pipe bowl.

The bear chuckled and positioned the teddy bear in his right arm, as if it were a cub, and traced a claw around the soft and cuddly belly of the toy. "I think we're going to have to do some work so that you match your name, Smokey." Berin chuckled. "But first," he removed the long stemmed pipe from the teddy bear's muzzle hole, "this is my pipe." He used the stem of the pipe to trace around the teddy's belly and the insides of his soft, gray legs. "I'm sure I can find some smaller ones that would be a good start for such a small bear."

Berin placed the pipe in his muzzle, shifted his new toy so that it was relaxing over his right shoulder, with his strong paw holding it up by it's soft rump, and sauntered down the hall to his study, where he had a nice assortment of tobaccos to choose from to make Smokey smell exactly how he wanted him to smell. Halfway down the hall, he began to hum 'Happy Birthday' to himself.