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Jarhead Bear, desperate and unbearably thirsty, has now been trapped in its plastic prison for a dozen days. If only it were able drink the raindrops that draw a dotted sheet on the wrong side of the jar. Since there are no more recognizable smells of food, the cub's sense of hunger is beginning to wear off at the same pace as its last bits of energy. The jar only inhabits a reek of the bear's own, quiet breath, elevating from the depths of its empty stomach.
When things seem so unfortunate that they cannot get any worse, Jarhead Bear gets an unwelcome visitor. A demonic mosquito, complaining at the top of its tiny yet intolerable voice, finds its way into the cub's container home. This new, uncomfortably lively friend troubles its tired ears and eyes all day and night.
Wandering far behind its crew, the travels of our distressed bear have become agonizing. From its jar filled with the most horrible of sounds, Jarhead Bear stares at the blurry image of its mother, teaching the other cub to find and eat berries, those treasures of the green ground so unreachable from behind the stinky obstacle of life which once was the greatest pleasure of all.
When things seem so unfortunate that they cannot get any worse, Jarhead Bear gets an unwelcome visitor. A demonic mosquito, complaining at the top of its tiny yet intolerable voice, finds its way into the cub's container home. This new, uncomfortably lively friend troubles its tired ears and eyes all day and night.
Wandering far behind its crew, the travels of our distressed bear have become agonizing. From its jar filled with the most horrible of sounds, Jarhead Bear stares at the blurry image of its mother, teaching the other cub to find and eat berries, those treasures of the green ground so unreachable from behind the stinky obstacle of life which once was the greatest pleasure of all.
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