The bear was stood on a pallet on a wet concrete patch. Another man called him. He got down off the pallet and walked towards the open end of an articulated lorry trailer. It was so cold. His jacket was bunched around his throat. He looked at the man inside the lorry and the man looked back. The bear gripped the bottom of the refrigerator and began to take the strain of it, hard and coarse against his palms. The man steadied the top. The bear lowered one side of the leaning fridge to the ground and let the top tilt into him, taking its weight until it was righted. The other man turned away and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. The bear looked around. He couldn’t see the forklift. There were eight more fridges in the van. It was getting dark. The yellow forklift came out of the warehouse and the man driving it was laughing.
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The bear was in the pub with his girlfriend’s father. It had been intended for just the two of them, but when they got to the pub, they had run into two of the father’s friends. The father was a dentist. He was a man and he had a big pink face. His friends, likewise. The dentist was called Clive. The dentist put his drink down and, looking at the bear, he began to speak. It’s a fucking gamble being a dentist. Here. Distracted, the dentist pointed at the folded paper in the bear’s bag. You on the crossword? Here you go… Two down, Flaubert, easy. The dentist started filling in the clue with angled capitals. Flaubert was incorrect. The bear, drinking his drink, looked at the dentist. Fucking gamble, as I was saying. I had this girl in here a few days ago, I seen her a few times before, she was just in for a checkup. Beautiful teeth she had, not a thing wrong with them. Anyway I’m poking around and uh. The dentist picks up his pint and swigs from it, he cocks the pen which he still holds in the direction of the bear. His friends follow the pen with their eyes. They have pork scratching skin and bad breath. She’s lying on the chair there where you are now and I’m having a go in her mouth, y’know, when I notice that her skirt – it was a short skirt, floaty sort of material – has ridden up. This is the gamble, because, she’s lying there with her mouth open, eyes closed, but the position of her hands, it almost looks like she’d done it on purpose. You know, pulled the skirt up? The dentist sat back and drank. The bear drank. Shit man. What did you do? Goes one of the two friends. It was very loud in the pub. The dentist leaned in, he was still looking at the bear. He had an incredulous look on his face. He turned to the guy, then he turned back to the bear, still with the incredulous look. What the fuck do you think I did Andy? Andy shrugged. Fuck all, is what I did. That’s the gamble. sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t. What I generally do, if it happens more than once – that’s the clue – I rest a hand gently on their thigh as I’m working, gauge the response and go from there. But like i say, it’s a fucking lottery. Pick the wrong numbers and you could land up in court, in jail, lose your job, lose your wife and kids. You got to play the system. You got to have rules. He grinned at them one by one. Fuck, goes Andy. Fucking hell. The dentist drained his pint and looked down the glass, surprised that there was nothing left in it. He turned the paper onto the back page and ran his eyes over it. The bear felt itchy under his clothes. It was so loud in there. Another drink? The dentist asked and they all nodded. He went to the bar.
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The bear was sent to a war zone. His unit camped in a flat yellow desert. For the first few weeks there was nothing for them to do. They just sat around, chatting, drinking. What they liked to do most though, was diss each other. Their favourite game was just sitting there dissing. They would kill time by dissing each other. There bear was good at this game. There would come a point in the night where someone dissed the bear. He would get up, amble over to that person, stand looming there above them, looking down from his black eyes, steady his massive bulk and, in his surprisingly nasal, high voice, declaim: I kicked you. I kicked your dog. I kicked your house. I kicked your mug. I kicked your dinner. I kicked your dog into your dinner. Your dog died when I kicked it. I kicked your mother. I kicked your horse. I kicked your stereo. Your mom fell down when I kicked her. Your horse went lame when I kicked it. I gave your car a flat tyre because I kicked it. I kicked your grandmother. I kicked your boyfriend. I kicked your family bush. Your boyfriend died when I kicked him. At the funeral I kicked his coffin. I kicked your telephone. I kicked your chin. I kicked your head. I kicked your shoes. I kicked your back. I kicked your ears. I kicked your pizza. I kicked your kettle. I kicked your tissue. I kicked your window. I kicked your car. Your grandmother went deaf because I kicked her in the ears. The glass from your window went into your pizza when I kicked it. I kicked your vegetable garden. I kicked your drug habit. I kicked your hamster over a wall. I kicked your wall. I kicked your mirror. The glass from your mirror fell into your dog when I kicked it. I kicked your head in. I kicked your table. I kicked your dad’s boyfriend. When I kicked your table your dinner went onto your mother… This bear could go on all night.
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The bear and his unit attacked a rebel stronghold. The rebels were entrenched in several buildings along a street. They had ammunition. Striding ahead of the others, the bear smashed through a door, he smashed his way up a staircase. Behind him, men fell. When the bear reached the rebels, he swung his vast arms, tearing the head from one. The others retreated. The bear gave a roar. He followed them. The soldiers followed him. They fired their guns. The street was clear in a few hours.
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The bear’s bravery did not go unnoticed. He was called back home to be decorated. There was a big ceremony with speeches, TV cameras, high ranking officers. The bear was waiting in the wings. He looked so smart. The major was giving a speech. Other soldiers were waiting to be decorated along with the bear. There was tension in the air. When the bear’s name was called, he strode across the stage to where the major was waiting. The major was a tiny man with a bald head under his hat. The major was holding the medal out to the bear, as the bear approached he withdrew it sharply. He looked all around him. The bear looked at the major. The major pushed his glasses down his nose. He turned to the man standing next to him on the stage. He said out loud, This is not a man. This is a bear. For a few seconds there was just silence. Then there was action. Several men seized the bear, they dragged him down off the stage, they hit him, they jabbed him with their guns. They took his hat. They pushed him out on the street. The bear, disgraced, began to walk out of the city.