An explosion of silliness with youth service librarianship thrown in the mix.
As one of the noble rangers, he should have known better. It was that damned bear again, always getting into everything and not letting him do his job in peace. Mister Ranger thought he could eat those mushrooms growing on the side of the log, and so he did with much gusto. It was only later, when triangles shot from the sun that he looked down and realized he left his clothes behind at the old cabin by the lake. A bee buzzed nearby and in that bee, the universe spoke to him. The voice with which the universe spoke sounded quite like Yogi, but what do you expect? The man practically spent his entire day chasing one way or the other after that blasted bear. He couldn't quite make out what the universe had to tell him, which was unfortunate, because he knew it was important.
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