That Bear Ate My Pants!: Will Boy Become Man? Or Will Boy Become Breakfast...

And then came the three-toed sloth. Stupid sloth. It was a crazy-looking beastie, all arms and bristling grey fur; its body was a blob, the kind of shape a six-year-old would draw for a pig, and its face was flattened like a racoon that had run full tilt into a brick wall. A triangular stub of a nose jutted out at an angle beneath a fringe that must have been difficult to see through. In fact, from side-on it looked disturbingly like John Lennon.

This is a cunning double bluff used by many males of the species, giving rise to two possible scenarios; either losing badly, and therefore being proved both right and honest, or winning handily and being proved both skilful and modest about it.

just how much of our conversation he could eavesdrop on.

what the hell was I doing in Ecuador?

wanting and buying and working and paying, before

Osita is a contraction of the Spanish ‘oso’ (for bear) and the diminutive ‘~ita’ (meaning something small and cute).

I thought about this for a few seconds. “I’m not very good though,” I admitted. This is a cunning double bluff used by many males of the species, giving rise to two possible scenarios; either losing badly, and therefore being proved both right and honest, or winning handily and being proved both skilful and modest about it. “Nah, me neither,” he lied.