Late one night the Bear parents heard a ruckus upstairs in the Bear household. In the upstairs bathroom, Bear was digging frantically through the bathroom supply cupboard. Before long he stood up smiling and lifted the plunger up to his face. "There you are" he said relieved but still excited. The plunger had always excited him - the length, the width, the cylindrical shape of the handle. He stuck the plunger to the wall and backed away rubbing his hands.
The plunger seemed to come alive as bear danced forward, blowing kisses and winking at it while slowly stripping. He teasingly danced away from the plunger, enticing it. Suddenly the world melted away and it was only Bear and the Plunger. They danced around in a loving embrace before making sweet splintery love for what seemed to be an eternity.
The next thing Bear knew, he was being awoken by knocks on the door from his parents. This was a familiar scene. Every day for the past 4 years he made love to the plunger and passed out crying in the bathroom to be later awoken by his parents. He routinely explained that he was okay and just enjoying a long bath while placing the plunger back in the cupboard.
This day was different though. This was to be the last time Bear would see his plunger.. until later that night when he sees it drive off with the new cool American foreign exchange student.