Snoring Bear

“Try not to get mud on the floor,” Puck said, as the enormous albino bear shimmied into place lying sideways across the back seat of his Mercedes.

“It's good to see you old friend”, he added, noting to himself just how quiet the big bear was. He blamed himself for losing track of his whereabouts. The owner of the caravan company that had housed the faerie bear had died of old age, and he had since been relocated to the prison farm of the miniature zoo. 

“Poor chap, you really have had it hard,” Puck said affectionately. 

But Granoldi did not hear him, he was snoring ever so loudly deep in sleep.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series