The Law as a Polar Bear

Sheriff Sugarfoot

Boy, it's hot here in Whistler. I've been timing my errands to coincide with the evening so I avoid that 'ant under a magnifying lens' feeling in the daytime sun. While indoors waiting for sweet lady twilight to bring me relief, I figured out what to do with the current Month of Softies. You haven't met Sugarfoot yet, an ordinary polar bear till I swore her in today as Sheriff of the Coffee Table. You'll have to treat the TV remote within the boundary of these here laws. We don't suffer out of town fools lightly. Go on, 'git.