Hey kids. I’m sure most of you know that I’ve been working on my movie script, Polar Bears on a Train, but while I was at the Musee D’orsay in Paris, I was inspired to do this short — call it — prequel for you.
Perhaps you are asking, "What is this polar bear doing in a train station, speaking with this outrageous French accent? Non?" Allow me please to smile.
"You might just as well ask yourself, why are these two looking so in love, and so, how you say — delicious?"
Permit me to smile once again, Sil vou plais…
Bon Jour, Monssiers!
Perhaps you have met my friend, the milky-skinned Demoiselle with no arms behind you. "Why does she have no arms?" You ask.
I am mysterious, like the Mona Lisa, No?
Mon Dieu! Your friend seems to have disappeared. Perhaps he boarded a train…
Perhaps not… heh, heh, heh
Permit me to nap, Sil vou plais. I must, how you say, digest my day.