Come and meet the Bears! Gurdi and Mortimer Bear live in Ursaville. He manages Pops, a small diner that’s been in the family since forever. Mortimer literally dreams of bacon sizzling in maple syrup on the grill. It reminds him of his childhood, when his grandfather, Ezra Bear ran the diner. Many times Mortimer would stop in, on his way to school, down at Riverthumb. He’d find Ezra grilling up breakfast for customers.

A biscuit, sopped up with bacon grease, stuffed with bacon, eggs, cheese and shallots, lovingly wrapped in tin foil, greeted Mortimer every morning. Gramps would give him a hug and fifty cents for a milk and away he went. After stopping at Dairy Joe’s to buy an ice cold milk, came the best part.

Indeed, he was imagining such a morning as he fired up the grill in preparation for another bustling day. Just then, the door opened and his oldest daughter, Honeystar entered. At thirteen, she was the spitting image of Gurdi.

Opening the door to nickel-chrome commercial fridge, Mortimer removed a glass of freshly pressed OJ and put it down before her. Ever in a hurry to get to her future, Honeystar still always gazed at the menu as if this one decision would change her destiny.

“Thanks Dad,” she idly said. “Yogurt and fresh fruit or a white egg omelet with mozzarella cheese and shallots with a dry English muffin.” What to have she thought?

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