Two polar bears, high as kites on the first growth of reindeer moss, share a joke.
This is the joke they shared:
Did you hear the one about the hunter who liked to shoot bears from small planes? No? Well, seems there was this hunter who liked to shoot bears from small planes. He was flying over the tundra and spotted me loping across an open area. The plane swooped low, he took aim with his rifle but, at the very last moment, I stood on my rear legs and said right to his face, “You can’t shoot me, I’m a piano.”
In hysterics, both bears roll on the ground until the worth of the joke gets used up.
Personally, I don’t get it but then, I don’t have any reindeer moss, I’m not a polar bear nor have I ever been hunted from a small plane plus I’m not a piano. But I commend those polar bears for still having a sense of humour even though, according to Big Head, they are nearly extinct. Greed thinks we could use a few thousand more species like polar bears, nice critters who will disappear from the world with good humour and a positive attitude. It’s a dream that could come true, as long as we don’t run out of reindeer moss.