Good old Tipsy! If anyone is interested in saving the places this bear is that person. One of those endangered Cinnamon Teddy bears. Three foot tall and pudgey. Covered in blue furr and able to speak english and operate machines. This is no normal bear. Tipsy loves beer! You have brought three forty ounces in your back pack. Two for the bear and one for you. He lives deep in the west side of the forest. You have a long hike ahead of you. While hiking you keep hearing these odd bird calls that don't sound like they where really made by birds. Suddenly the ground gives way under you and your feet fall onto poisoned spikes! You howl in pain and pull your feet free from the barbed spikes. The barbs take big chunks of meet out of you. The toxins are in your blood stream. You hold pressure to your feet to try to stop the bleeding. You feel sick and your backbone shudders. You slowly start twitching and convulsing as your nerves flame up and your muscle begin spazzing. You crawl eighty feet and die with a horrible grimace on your face.