Healthy_Ladder_6198 1 mon.ago

Smokey the Bear was relaxing in his new house. He’d just moved to the neighborhood and was enjoying retirement after years of working for the US Forest Service and was sitting in his favorite easy chair, reading a particularly engaging book, when the doorbell rang. Smokey sighed, set the book face down (his sister was always so mad at him for doing this as it ruined the spine, but seeing as this was essentially the latest in a series of airport bestsellers, he didn't feel like he was damaging anything particularly worth saving though he had to admit it was pretty compelling, if a bit tawdry) and got up to answer the door. When he opened it, there was a ram standing there, with a stack of fliers in his arms. "Hello sir or madam would you like a- OH! It's you – Smokey! I love your work!" "That's quite alright, thank you," Smokey said. "Now what can I do for you, young man?" "Oh gosh, I'm so flustered," said the ram. "I never expected to see a celebrity on my first day!" "First day of..." said Smokey. "Oh! Sorry, yes!" the ram stammered. "My sister and I just opened a new flower shop down the street and I was just handing out these brochures and it would just mean the world to us both if you would take one!" Smokey looked down at the coupon in the ram's hand, then back up to his face. "Sorry, kid. I'm not going to take this." The poor ram was shocked. "You're not?" “Now, if your sister was here, I'd accept it from her, but not from you." “But – but– I don't understand! Why my sister?" stammered the ram. Smokey got very serious and looked the ram dead in the eye. "Only ewes can present florist fliers."