I find little American boy sitting on curb. Sadness is on boy's face. I stand from distance, but strong scent quickly fills nose. This puny American boy reeks of the scent of a skunk. Dis smell, iz stronger than any skunk I've smell in past. I decide to add to smell. So I take boy, I put boy on chair, I sit on boy's body, and I give puny American boy the good scent of strong, Russian bear.
