In the early 1970s I traversed the long stretch of yellowstone park starting in Oregon and ending in Montana due the amount of animals farting in the park. My journey was perilous but somewhere along the way I was able to learn english and how to do people things. I made use of an aeroplane and made my way to where most weary bears go, Rhode Island. Here I came across nothing interesting whatsoever, so I got my bear paws into computers and eventually was tagging human nooblets left and right with my lighting quick bear reflexes.