We're Ganging on a Bear Hunt

I know that to the outside world everything seems peaceful and idyllic here at Cromasaig 9, and indeed that is the face that Graham and Eleanor are at pains to present. However truth be told the tension never ceases to bubble just under the surface, possibly due to my refusal to toe the party line. They put a cheerful face on it but I think the honesty of my posts is not going down well with the management.

I am growing uneasy about what their next move might be – this is a world in which a bear must watch his back. Paranoia, you say? Well, then explain this: last night I was perusing some of the new books that have arrived in advance of the Christmas markets, when I came across a number which appeared to be in some sort of indigenous vernacular. Amongst them was one called “We’re Gangin on a Bear Hunt.” Now the book itself was pretty good – I can appreciate how the repetition builds the suspense in a way that would be appealing for human infants. However you will see why I find this book unsettling. In light of this discovery I have begun some preparations of my own. This bear will not be caught unaware.

Ye’re gangin’ on a bear hunt? ‘mon then!