Mood Indigo (audio only)
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Amidst the too much that we buy and throw away and the far too much we wrap it in, the bear found a few items of special interest--a honeydew rind, a used tampon, the bone from a leg of lamb. He'd rock back lightly onto his rear paws and slash open a plastic bag, and then his nose-- jammed almost with a surfeit of rank and likely information, for he would pause-- and then his whole dowsing snout would insinuate itself a little way inside. By now he'd have hunched his weight forward slightly, and then he'd snatch it back, trailed by some tidbit in his teeth. He'd look around.