Tell me a bedtime story

Well, lets tell you the story of Tom and The Owlman then.

Once upon a time, there was a very busy bear, who was busy running all sorts of reports about what was going on in the forest, you know, nuts fallen, truffles harvested, honey produced number of new badgers digging sets and the like.

Except chattering rabbits kept barging into the cave where he was trying to work, and chattering away, as rabbits do, about this and that, and meaningless crap, and bothering him with petty complaints about nothing and multiplying immensely as rabbits do.

The bear listened patiently, and tried to be polite, but had to ask the rabbits to keep the noise down so he could concentrate on the long strings of numbers he was trying to write down on a piece of birchbark. But the rabbits just WOULD NOT SHUT UP.

So finally the bear turned around, let out a mighty growl, and he ATE THE RABBITS UP!!! Every last one of them!

And then he had a mighty yawn and stretched lazily, and decided, sod the honey production reports, he was going to hibernate.

And so he did.

The end.