Into The Great Land

Well used to the terrified screams of dishwashers,

I hardly batted an eye when the ululating shriek rang out.  Sitting there, thinking to myself  ” I didn’t burn that stockpot THAT badly”,  I heard the screams transform into a stream of invective that would have done a seven-hash-mark Marine Master Gunner proud.  While the sight of a sweet little 14 year old girl cussing like a broke syphilitic sailor cracks me up, part of the crappy deal with her parents that allows her to work there and save me from dishwasher hands requires me to monitor her comportment and adjust it accordingly.  Unlimbering my 2×4, I headed to the kitchen to get the mule’s attention.

Arriving in the kitchen, I found Master Gunner Hello Kitty pointing out the back door and gabbling like a gut-shot turkey.  Looking out the door, what do I see?  A pair of  adorable brown bear cubs digging something up in the back 40.  I look at at the girl like she’s nuts; a native Alaskan, she explains to the retarded adult that where bear cubs are, big bad-tempered mommy-bear is sure to be, too.  We never did see mom, but I got a few pics of the cubs.  They are kinda crappy due to the fact it was twilight (about midnight, this time of year).  Enjoy.