Every itch seeks its wayrelief...

Nothing has to happen, and a lot does. (But why would the universe create itching? Sounds sort of frustrating. Or maybe there needs to be an itch in order for the scratching to feel like a welcome relief.) Anyway, that 'ol bear seems to have a lot of time on his paws... and itches to scratch before he sleeps. No big hurry. Just moseying along, poking around, scratching against an available tree. Doesn't even have to worry about costume changes. -Notice how his moves are curiously similar to people dancing. Yes? Ah, the snake in our backbones. Finding the groove, baby. Oh yeah.