Hibbs, the cub with no clue, is happily ambling next to me.
"Miss Summer was nice. Where to next, Mr. Roland?"
"To J.C. Martin."
"Where does she live?"
"It's a secret. See? We're already there."
Hibbs suddenly flashes a huge alligator smile so phony
politicians everywhere will be hounding him for his secret.
"Hi, Miss J.C. ! See me wave? Me and Mr. Roland, we're totally harmless!"
I hiss a whisper. "What are you doing, Hibbs?"
He looks up at me shocked. "Don't you even know your own species, Mr. Roland?
With beautiful female humans you have to show them you mean them no harm."
Hibbs leans in close.
"And this one knows Wing Chun. You know the stuff Bruce Lee taught. I am one bear cub that wants to keep his internal organs internal!"
He nudges me. "See how less tense she looks?"
"Ah, she looks more, not less, tense to me, Hibbs."
"I'll fix that. You just watch."
Hibbs rushes J.C. , his arms outstretched. "How about a nice big bear hug!"
J.C. is a fluid blurr. Hibbs' furry little body flies through the air in a flailing
He lands and tumbles in a flurry of arms and legs. His big head pops up from the brush.
Snorting leaves and blades of grass from his lips and cheeks, Hibbs wrinkles his long nose.
"Not big into bear hugs, huh?"
He turns to the cyber-void and chuckles,
"Hey, guys, I've paved the way. J.C. is all untense and everything. Head on over."
"Oh, Mr. Roland? Who are we seeing tomorrow?"
"Nas Dean. She lives in Naid,Fiji, by the way."
"F-Fiji? FIJI!! Mr. Roland!!"***
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