cubs are cute! i think of being in africa when i think of a cub. looking at the baby leopards feasting on a dead buck… sounds disgusting and morbid. but this is actually a good memory. it makes me think of being with my dad, and enjoying being in the bush together as a family. that always makes him happy.
cubs are baby animals, I always thing of bear cubs when i think of cubs. I think if little bears playing with their mom in the woods. I also think of brother bear the movie and think about how much love means, and the relationships that form when you are not thinking about it.
I dashed into the kitchen. The overwhelming smell of smoke hit me so hard I almost fell. I look around and saw my little sister. My little four year old sister. She just stood there by the stove looking up at me in horror. The spatula in her hand queued me in that she had been trying to make breakfast! She stood there clutching that ratty old stuffed bear cub of hers, shrugged, and said “Pancakes anyone?”
I do not have kids of my own, but often times I find myself showing motherly instincts. As if their creeping out my veins, wanting to show long before I have my own children one day. I work with children throughout the day and spend much time with my niece so that could be good reason for why I am often feeling like a mother bear protecting her cub.
Small, tiny, furry
Looks up to father
Longs to be the “big bear.”
Sick of being treated like a small guy
Wants to adventure
Explore
Run Away
How much planning will that take?
Will he meet a human?
What’s the name of the instinct that draws us to helpless, fuzzy things? The cub stared back at me with black, beady eyes. There was a look of innocence in there, which sounds so stupid in retrospect… but if you were there, you would maybe see why I didn’t hear his mother behind me.
The bear cub hung tightly to the rotting mouth of the tree, a slight trace of honey noticeable on its jowl. None of us tried to approach it – it was clearly scared, and very, very hungry. The ranger with us fidgeted with his walkie talkie before slipping behind another tree to talk with a cohort.
“Where’s its mom?” my son asked, holding tightly to my elbow.
“I don’t know, Jim,” I replied, “but we mustn’t interfere.”
I ran through the woods not daring to look back. I could hear the mother bear breathing on my neck but I continued to clutch that cub and run. I knew the poachers were after me but who cares, this baby deserves a chance at life.
If there was a way to bring the cub into the room, there wasn’t going to be any blockage from the other creatures that were already there. They were mostly full-grown, but their appetites weren’t as voracious as they’d been in the days before. After all, a rhino feeds many.
I walked into his house. It had a strange familiar feeling. Like I belonged there. He smiled warmly and it just felt natural to be there with him. He went into the kitchen to get me a drink, and I glanced around the room. There wasn’t much on the walls, except for a painting of a bear and her cub. He came back into the room and, finally, the masks we had been wearing fell off.
Yumichika didn’t like bears. He’d much rather have a kitten or a fox pup, but the stupid bear baby wouldn’t stop following him. He actually felt some cruel urge to kick the thing to keep him away from their campsite, and he barely restrained himself from strangling Ikkaku when he fed it.
A baby cub sat on the outskirts of the woods looking for something to eat. I knew when I stumbled upon him, I was in the wrong place. My eyes scurried wildly trying to see if we were alone in this space….I quickly realized Mom saw me before I saw her and I was in trouble. No need to run. I said my prayers and we begin to dance.
a cub is a bear cub. bear cubs can be so cute and they are very bad to get near. you should never try to pet one or hold one they can bite you. i have seen many bear cubs they were cute but very bad to get near so do not get near the bears cubs.
a bear that is young and is just born or is a child until it gets older. Is has big paws and can not make much noises. it is off a baseball team. Cubs are tiny fury bears.
den, little gay boys looking for bears, happy baby pose in yoga, cuddling and playing, running through streams, eating raw salmon, going through campsites.
i remember a lesson in my elementary english class. we have to think of the animal and what do you call its corresponding child. it was not a walk in the park. but it was good to know how the animal’s kids are called.
The cub ran from its mother in sheer panic, not really wondering what would happen as it rolled and bounded down the mountain of ice. It was a long, sliding journey, one that seemed to last forever. Finally, the cub began to slide across the flat ice at the bottom of the slope, sliding towards the cold seas below.
Over the next four weeks, Dave had to remind himself many times that he was not the one on trial. Some of the accusations his mother in law made against him were so vile, that he was actually glad his children were not there to hear them. There was only one day when they did attend, to be given the chance to tell the judge their own wishes for their future. It was clear that they had been coached, because little Tom was so nervous, he kept looking at his grandmother for prompts, while clutching the little stuffed tiger cub he had obviously been bribed with. But it was the mother in law herself who gave the game away, by almost choking with rage when Nana, in a clearly deliberate move, blatantly deviated from her prepared script.
A cub is a baby bear. They are SO cute and furry. Iv’e seen trailers of movies about them. It touches me because the mothers are so protective of their babies, and show unconditional love.
I would love to have a little bear cub. They are bears and when he/she grows up they could hurt me. No way! I would train it to be nice and friendly to other people. It could be my guard dog!
Curb your enthusiasm, little cub.
There’s not much more to this world than death anyhow.
Find what you can contribute, be satisfied with what they give you, but don’t go out in search of anything more.
Of any sort of liberation or life.
It’s dangerous out there little cub.
You best stay inside.
The cub is very nice. The cub likes to climb trees with his mom. The cub has brown like fur and it’s very thick. The baby bear hunts with his mother until he is of age and can do it on his own.
Cubs are cute little ones. My sons were in Cub scouts when they were younger. There were many fun projects and trips with the scouts that were positive activities for them and our family. I also think of babies in their mother’s arms when I think of Cubs- so full of dreams for their little ones And wondering about what the future will hold for them! What will my sons look like when they grow up etc. now my sons have Cubs of their own to cradle and nourish and guide. Life continues with such an inspiring and beautiful melody. Sometimes we have definitely been “off key” but we are in the process of finishing Our Song. It’s nice to ponder what a song of our lives would actually sound like. There would be many crescendos, I’m sure. I want our song to end on a very happy ending for us and the people whose lives we have touched.
I hope that the song we are creating gives pleasure to Our Father!
the cub followed her home. it wasn’t often that she was followed by bear cubs. she tried to keep her pace even, not to excite the bear cub. she also had stop herself from petting it – it wasn’t cuddly, it is wild.
An adorable little fluffy animal was turning its eyes towards me. Little did he know indeed, in all its youthful innocence, the tragic destiny I was doomed to deliver to its short life.
I was thinking about polar bear cubs earlier. They are so cute and dumb and perfect. They will grow up to be fierce predators desperately trying to sustain themselves in the ever changing climate they must survive in. Really what I was thinking about was calling you, but you don’t actually want to talk to me anymore so I think its probably easier this way.
cubs are cute! i think of being in africa when i think of a cub. looking at the baby leopards feasting on a dead buck… sounds disgusting and morbid. but this is actually a good memory. it makes me think of being with my dad, and enjoying being in the bush together as a family. that always makes him happy.
cubs are baby animals, I always thing of bear cubs when i think of cubs. I think if little bears playing with their mom in the woods. I also think of brother bear the movie and think about how much love means, and the relationships that form when you are not thinking about it.
I dashed into the kitchen. The overwhelming smell of smoke hit me so hard I almost fell. I look around and saw my little sister. My little four year old sister. She just stood there by the stove looking up at me in horror. The spatula in her hand queued me in that she had been trying to make breakfast! She stood there clutching that ratty old stuffed bear cub of hers, shrugged, and said “Pancakes anyone?”
I do not have kids of my own, but often times I find myself showing motherly instincts. As if their creeping out my veins, wanting to show long before I have my own children one day. I work with children throughout the day and spend much time with my niece so that could be good reason for why I am often feeling like a mother bear protecting her cub.
When I think about cubs I think of their mother too. A ferocious protective mammal whose world is ruled by her love for her offspring.
Small, tiny, furry
Looks up to father
Longs to be the “big bear.”
Sick of being treated like a small guy
Wants to adventure
Explore
Run Away
How much planning will that take?
Will he meet a human?
I saw a cube peeing on a tree while it was eat a honey and crackers.
What’s the name of the instinct that draws us to helpless, fuzzy things? The cub stared back at me with black, beady eyes. There was a look of innocence in there, which sounds so stupid in retrospect… but if you were there, you would maybe see why I didn’t hear his mother behind me.
“He’s just a cub.” Sarah said quietly, her eyes downcast.
“It doesn’t matter.” Her father shoved his arms into his jacket, grabbed the rifle resting by the door and stepped out onto the porch.
The winter wind was biting and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she watched her father’s back retreat into the flurrying snow.
The bear cub hung tightly to the rotting mouth of the tree, a slight trace of honey noticeable on its jowl. None of us tried to approach it – it was clearly scared, and very, very hungry. The ranger with us fidgeted with his walkie talkie before slipping behind another tree to talk with a cohort.
“Where’s its mom?” my son asked, holding tightly to my elbow.
“I don’t know, Jim,” I replied, “but we mustn’t interfere.”
I ran through the woods not daring to look back. I could hear the mother bear breathing on my neck but I continued to clutch that cub and run. I knew the poachers were after me but who cares, this baby deserves a chance at life.
If there was a way to bring the cub into the room, there wasn’t going to be any blockage from the other creatures that were already there. They were mostly full-grown, but their appetites weren’t as voracious as they’d been in the days before. After all, a rhino feeds many.
I saw a fish cub the other day …… i think that or it was a bear ….fish and bears are very similar ,i’m sure i’m not the only one mixing them up.
These might look cute at first, but trying telling yourself that when its gone and bitten off your head.
#YOLO
I walked into his house. It had a strange familiar feeling. Like I belonged there. He smiled warmly and it just felt natural to be there with him. He went into the kitchen to get me a drink, and I glanced around the room. There wasn’t much on the walls, except for a painting of a bear and her cub. He came back into the room and, finally, the masks we had been wearing fell off.
Yumichika didn’t like bears. He’d much rather have a kitten or a fox pup, but the stupid bear baby wouldn’t stop following him. He actually felt some cruel urge to kick the thing to keep him away from their campsite, and he barely restrained himself from strangling Ikkaku when he fed it.
A baby cub sat on the outskirts of the woods looking for something to eat. I knew when I stumbled upon him, I was in the wrong place. My eyes scurried wildly trying to see if we were alone in this space….I quickly realized Mom saw me before I saw her and I was in trouble. No need to run. I said my prayers and we begin to dance.
a cub is a bear cub. bear cubs can be so cute and they are very bad to get near. you should never try to pet one or hold one they can bite you. i have seen many bear cubs they were cute but very bad to get near so do not get near the bears cubs.
a bear that is young and is just born or is a child until it gets older. Is has big paws and can not make much noises. it is off a baseball team. Cubs are tiny fury bears.
i saw a bear cub outside my window
cub cub cub cub cub cub i love this word it make me think of a cup or a cube
a cub is small and fluffy
a name for kids that they are called by their dad sometimes. it is also a name for a baby bear. cubs are cute.
The man chased after the bear cub. He turned suddenly, hearing a roar behind him. The last thing he saw was a massive paw flying toward his head…
Bear cub. In the den. Warmth and comfort. Peace and security. These are all things I long to have.
den, little gay boys looking for bears, happy baby pose in yoga, cuddling and playing, running through streams, eating raw salmon, going through campsites.
i remember a lesson in my elementary english class. we have to think of the animal and what do you call its corresponding child. it was not a walk in the park. but it was good to know how the animal’s kids are called.
The cub ran from its mother in sheer panic, not really wondering what would happen as it rolled and bounded down the mountain of ice. It was a long, sliding journey, one that seemed to last forever. Finally, the cub began to slide across the flat ice at the bottom of the slope, sliding towards the cold seas below.
Over the next four weeks, Dave had to remind himself many times that he was not the one on trial. Some of the accusations his mother in law made against him were so vile, that he was actually glad his children were not there to hear them. There was only one day when they did attend, to be given the chance to tell the judge their own wishes for their future. It was clear that they had been coached, because little Tom was so nervous, he kept looking at his grandmother for prompts, while clutching the little stuffed tiger cub he had obviously been bribed with. But it was the mother in law herself who gave the game away, by almost choking with rage when Nana, in a clearly deliberate move, blatantly deviated from her prepared script.
A cub is a baby bear. They are SO cute and furry. Iv’e seen trailers of movies about them. It touches me because the mothers are so protective of their babies, and show unconditional love.
The cub couldn’t care less about the cold. Cradled with care beneath her mother’s claws, she was content.
you were but a little lion cub, there was nothing you could think to do before that wretched falcon swooped down and pecked out both your eyes.
I would love to have a little bear cub. They are bears and when he/she grows up they could hurt me. No way! I would train it to be nice and friendly to other people. It could be my guard dog!
Disregarded on the side on the road; it could barely lift its head.
bear, Bears, Sofia, birthday, grandma, house, dog, stairs, Christmas, Tom Servo, surprise, chair, red, window, big, trees
Curb your enthusiasm, little cub.
There’s not much more to this world than death anyhow.
Find what you can contribute, be satisfied with what they give you, but don’t go out in search of anything more.
Of any sort of liberation or life.
It’s dangerous out there little cub.
You best stay inside.
The cub is very nice. The cub likes to climb trees with his mom. The cub has brown like fur and it’s very thick. The baby bear hunts with his mother until he is of age and can do it on his own.
The cub crawls into
The cave’s mouth, into the world
Joy of existence
Cubs are cute little ones. My sons were in Cub scouts when they were younger. There were many fun projects and trips with the scouts that were positive activities for them and our family. I also think of babies in their mother’s arms when I think of Cubs- so full of dreams for their little ones And wondering about what the future will hold for them! What will my sons look like when they grow up etc. now my sons have Cubs of their own to cradle and nourish and guide. Life continues with such an inspiring and beautiful melody. Sometimes we have definitely been “off key” but we are in the process of finishing Our Song. It’s nice to ponder what a song of our lives would actually sound like. There would be many crescendos, I’m sure. I want our song to end on a very happy ending for us and the people whose lives we have touched.
I hope that the song we are creating gives pleasure to Our Father!
the cub followed her home. it wasn’t often that she was followed by bear cubs. she tried to keep her pace even, not to excite the bear cub. she also had stop herself from petting it – it wasn’t cuddly, it is wild.
An adorable little fluffy animal was turning its eyes towards me. Little did he know indeed, in all its youthful innocence, the tragic destiny I was doomed to deliver to its short life.
I was thinking about polar bear cubs earlier. They are so cute and dumb and perfect. They will grow up to be fierce predators desperately trying to sustain themselves in the ever changing climate they must survive in. Really what I was thinking about was calling you, but you don’t actually want to talk to me anymore so I think its probably easier this way.