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P3 Glass Jerry Bear pipe. 4.3 inch. Hand made blown glass by Joe Baker Designs of Norther California. $26.95
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🌟 “The Bears Save the Groove”
Deep in the hidden Valley of the Rhythm, where the sky shimmered with tie-dye clouds and the trees swayed to the beat of “Shakedown Street,” lived six legendary bears:
Green Bear, calm and wise, always closest to nature.
Yellow Bear, a bright burst of joy who laughed like windchimes.
Orange Bear, the eternal optimist with a pocketful of good vibes.
Red Bear, passionate and fiery, never without a tambourine.
Blue Bear, the dreamer who wrote poetry in the stars.
And Purple Bear, mysterious and groovy, with secrets behind those shades.
One hazy afternoon, as the bears were rehearsing their dance for the Eternal Echo Festival, the beat suddenly stopped. Just—gone. No pulse, no groove, not even a thump.
“Did someone drop the rhythm?” asked Orange Bear.
“It’s worse,” said Purple Bear, adjusting his shades. “The Groove is missing. Stolen, maybe.”
They gathered in a circle, paws on hearts, and listened. Nothing.
So, they set off on a quest across the Soundscape Mountains and through the Forest of Feedback. Along the way, they faced strange obstacles: a tempo trap, a melody maze, and even a dissonant dragon that only responded to harmonies in perfect thirds.
Each bear used their gift:
🌿 Green Bear calmed the tempo trap.
🌞 Yellow Bear giggled the melody maze into balance.
🍊 Orange Bear kept morale high with dance breaks.
🔥 Red Bear beat the dragon with a furious tambourine solo.
🌌 Blue Bear wrote a haiku so beautiful, the wind whispered it back into a bassline.
🌀 And Purple Bear? He said nothing — just pointed to a cave glowing faintly in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Inside, they found the Groove, trapped in a crystal shaped like a broken eighth note. Working together, the bears danced — not for show, but from their hearts, in perfect sync. The crystal shattered, the Groove pulsed free, and suddenly the Valley lit up with music once more.
When they returned, the festival crowd roared. But the bears didn’t need applause.
They just smiled, took their places, and let the rhythm move through them — paws up, heads bobbing, dancing like only Grateful Dead Bears can.
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