My response: "Ennui."
Meet my new bear, Henwi. He is the twisted bear child of Amy.
He knows that life is meaningless so he smokes clove cigarettes. Rebecca thought that this was inappropriate behavior for a bear, but I told her that we would make an exception for Henwi.
In addition to his clove cigarette and beret, he came with a letter and a book.
Salut!
My name ees Henwi. Some bourgeouis fool haz paid zee money to zee aristrocracy zat I may belong to you. Eeet makes no difference- we will all die one day. Do wees me as you weesh.
You see here a peecture of my heart, before zey stuffed it een my open, gaping wound. You weel see zat eet ess black, and tattered, also zat eet bleeds. Pourquois pas? Laff ees absurd.
Yours onteel death,
Henwi
The book is full of heartbreak and sadness.
"Pourquois? l'amour...la mort. La bourgeoisie est la nausee et aussi de l'estrager. Un jour Je serais un ours en peluche morts. Fin."
He has a dark heart, befitting such a bear.
I will find a dark corner of the house where he can brood and smoke angrily. Undoubtedly, he'll try to seduce some of the Monster High dolls who also enjoy dark corners and sulking. I predict some unfortunate ursine poetry will come out of the inevitable drama. Hopefully the Monster High dolls will go easy on him.
I think the bear is in trouble.
