The bear and the blind man

“I’ve been sober for a whole week” said the blind man to the bear, “and its not like I did it on purpose, these things just sometime happen of their own accord”.

The bear, who for arguments sake we’ll call Paws McPot or Jim for short wasn’t listening obviously. He had his own problems to deal with such as finding his way out of this circus or where he was gonna get his next picnic basket from. The blind man on his right had been rambling for hours about things which the bear would consider unimportant, but Jim stayed and listened anyway as it made a pleasant break from sticking his head in lion’s mouths or making like a ringmaster.

The blind man sighed and said “if it carries on like this then I may have to find a new career”.

For Jim this was the final straw. He put down the pot of honey and shook the man by both shoulders. “Look”, he said “there are drugs in the bearded ladies cage. Just stop harassing the clowns and she’ll give you some”.

Jim never liked giving advice, but sometimes enough was enough.