First of all, Ralph asked me to say that he thinks of you all, and he wishes you a whooopin’ good Saturday. He suggests that we all get out there barefoot and feel the zaps and tingles between our toes.
Next, he is willing to chat with Chuck, but only in person, in neutral territory. Perhaps at Jonathan and Sara Brown’s place on the res. Maybe with reliable witnesses, say Jeremiah and Miguel both.
(He would love to hear from you by the way!)
Also, he wants to let it be known that he is not, nor has he ever been, a bear. Not really. He has on a couple of occasions, possibly in a pinch of some kind, shifted to bear-form temporarily.
Nothing looks more ubiquitous to a certain mentality than a “bear” in the woods.
He would like to point out that no bear approaches his size. That should be enough. But perhaps the mind fixed on bears needs more? Hard to say. He reminds us that no bear on this planet can pick up, grip and pitch a rock, an apple, a stick, a bottle.
He said not to go on and on about it, but he’s not a bear. Really.
He invites you to come to the forest, take a seat, and just see what happens.
Signed, Affectionately,
RALPH!XOXO🌲🍁🍂
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