An Argument

Once upon a time, there were two bears, Barnaby and Betty. Barnaby was a big, fluffy, and sometimes grumpy bear, and Betty was a smaller, even fluffier, and very opinionated bear. They were husband and wife, and they loved going on adventures, even if those adventures sometimes involved their very tiny car.

One sunny morning, Barnaby and Betty decided to go for a drive. Barnaby squeezed into the driver's seat (it was a very, very tiny car), and Betty squeezed into the passenger seat. Barnaby turned the key, and the car sputtered to life with a put-put-PFFFT!

"Okay, Betty," Barnaby said, adjusting his furry ears. "Which way should we go?"

Betty pointed with her paw. "I want to go to the Honeycomb Hills! I hear the wildflowers are blooming!"

Barnaby, however, had other plans. He pointed his big, furry paw in the opposite direction. "Nonsense, Betty! We are going to the Fishy Falls! The salmon are jumping!"

And that's when the trouble started.

"Honeycomb Hills!" Betty shouted.

"Fishy Falls!" Barnaby roared back.

"Hills!"

"Falls!"

They argued and argued, their voices getting louder and louder. Barnaby turned the steering wheel one way, and Betty tried to turn it the other. Back and forth, back and forth, went the car, wobbling down the road.

Suddenly, WHOOSH! The car went out of control! It zigged and zagged, and then, CRASH! It bumped right into a big, strong oak tree.

BONK!

Barnaby and Betty tumbled out of the car, landing in a heap of fur and giggles. Their tiny car was a bit crumpled, and its headlights were crossed-eyed.

"Oh, dear," said Betty, picking herself up.

"Oops," said Barnaby, scratching his head.

Just then, some people came running. They saw the two bears and the crumpled car, and their eyes widened in surprise. Barnaby and Betty looked at each other, and then, they did the only thing a bear and a bear-wife could do in that situation.

They ran!

Barnaby and Betty scampered away as fast as their furry legs could carry them, leaving the tiny, crumpled car behind. The people just stood there, scratching their heads and saying, "Well, I'll be..."

From that day on, Barnaby and Betty decided that maybe, just maybe, it was better to take walks in the woods than drives in their very tiny car. And they always agreed on the direction before they left the house.