The little elf and the sleepy bear

Once upon a time, Etwas the elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she can upon a thick, black, hairy tree.  It was Etwas' experience that at the top of black, furry trees there was usually a tail to pull and an adventures to go on.

She hopped up the bottom of the tree and shimmied up the middle of the tree and swung from clump of fur to clump of fur when the reached a transverse section of hair tree which is how she came, after a few more challenges and some agile clambering to stand on the ear of a big, dark, yawning bear.

"Howdy, Mr. Bear!" Etwas cried and waved.  But the bear just sucked at its own lips and yawned.

"Whatcha doin', Mr. Bear?"  This time the bear stretched but finally answered.

"I'm tired."

"Why are you tired?"

Mr. Bear stretched and said "I'm supposed to be hibernating but I keep getting disturbed by elves and whatnot."

"Then why don't you go back to your cave."

"Because the company's better out here."

And ever since then, Etwas will only let sleeping bears lie if they ask.