The Grand Valley

Long before the sun rose in the morning sky, Mama bear rolled out of her cozy bed of goose down and pine boughs & headed for the waterfall to wash off the spores, lint, bugs, beatles, old hair. (you get the picture) She then rummaged around for a nest of ants or some juicy berries before she headed out across the forest. She could tell when she got close to the mail route, because the pony express houses would run faster down the trail. She knew that she was an important part of the fastest mail in the northeast central territory.
Papa bear would amble down to the valley on a totally different mission. He would organize all the creatures he could find, to gather all the poo pies to save for recycling. He also would caution all of them not to pee in the lakes and streams.
When mama bear arrived back at the den, she, Papa bear, home care bear (if she's home) and baby bear would sit in front of the den and watch the scenery across the valley. Tonight they are thinking about their older bear cubs that have their own families and baby cubs. They can't see them because they are past the farthest hills.
Papa Bear