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Cuneo The Bear, walked slowly into the backside of the campground. It looked very calm and welcoming.
He could smell some great scents coming from under one of those big rolling paws thing.
Darting over to the big paws thing and lying still for a few moments. The big rolling paws thing, was fast asleep and did not move an inch. But underneath it was a big thing that had wonderful smells coming from it.

Cuneo put his paws between the sleepy rolling paws and pulled on the big shell, that smelt so good. It slid out quite easily.
He decides to pull it over to a bush, so he could hide while exploring his treasures.
There he pulls and tears at it. Opening it, was like cracking an egg. All the wonderful things came rolling out, and right into Cuneo's stomach.
After stuffing himself with every crumb, he now needed desert. Glancing at the middle of the campground, he could see some of his apple and pear trees.
Up he went in the first tree, to hide and eat for the rest of the day.
Boy, this turned out to be a great day for Cuneo. He thought his stomach was going to burst. So Cuneo decided to call it a day, and stroll back to his cozy sleeping area in the woods.
As he was strolling with a heavy belly, he notice something. They smelt like an animal, somewhat. He diverted his direction to explore this scent.
Once he reached the strange items, he licked them. They really did not seem to be food, but they tasted great! They was very hard to tear, but chewing them sent waves of satisfaction all through his body.
Without wasting a minute, he seized both of the items and headed for the safety of the woods.
CAMP HOST VERSION: One late afternoon, a lady and her friend, came to our trailer. Very upset, telling us there was "somebody" hiding in the nearby bushes. Sneaking out and stealing their stuff. I strolled up to their campsite, as they continued to go on and on about this person in the bushes.
At the campsite, I asked them where they had their stuff. She told me in an ice cooler, wedged under their truck. I rolled my eyes, imaging what exactly happened.
Scouting the area, a few yards from their campsite. I found down in a little gully, their cooler. All clawed up and broken into pieces.
After seeing this, I asked her if the person they had seen, darting back and forth, stealing their stuff, was about 4 feet high, dark, large and hairy? She said, "Oh Yes!"
I told her I had the good news and the bad news. The good news, I found their cooler, and there was nobody in the bushes. Bad news, all the food had been eaten by the bear!
As I was talking to these ladies about this, another horseback rider came up to tell me someone had stolen her "New" boots! She had left them on the bench, to air out the new leather smell, while she went on a ride.
No matter how I tried to explain to her, that the bear more than likely, now had a new "Chew Toy", she insisted that someone, Not The Bear, stole her new boots. So much that she posted a sign by the bathroom, with the descriptions of her boots, for the rest of the season.
The Boots Were Never Found!

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