Bear In A Bar Alaska, early spring, a big old grizzly wakes up early from hibernation and wanders down from his cave into a small town. There he is, strolling down main street, pretty as you please, when he sees a dark opening. He thinks to himself, maby this is a cave, and goes in to investigate, and finds himself in a bar. The barkeep, standing behind the bar, polishing a glass, as barkeeps are want to do, sees the bear stroll up and plop down in front of him, and being non-pulsed, as having seen everything before, calmly says to the bear "Good morning Mr Bear, what can I get for you on this fine morning?" And the bear, being a talking bear, of course, says to the barkeep "Hmm... I would like a White Russian, please." And the barkeep says OK, and turns to the other end of the bar and says "Hay Boris, come here!"