a name is a game however inane

[bits]

This is the tale of Whisper the Bear,
who dressed in her finest of browns.
She murmured a tune with whimsy and meek
To keep from making loud sounds

"Hello!", you might say to Whisper one day
And "Hello!" you'd expect to hear.
But Whisper might run, and Whisper might hide
For Whisper is ruled by her fear

Whisper is frightened 
And Whisper is small
And Whisper is careful
But for help she can't call
So Whisper will crouch
and Whisper will still
so she cannot be seen 
and she cannot be killed

But Whisper the Bear is a wonderful friend
To invite to your parties with tea 
Polite as a noble and just as well-sat
Even glancing eyes can see
She loves to hear stories 
And with her big ears she listens!
So tell her your tales 
and she'll hear your reminiscence 


[bearpaw]
Whisper the Bear loves stories and hiding
For tales tell of pleasant-er things than she's seen
and in terms of hiding, it's not the forgetting
but the agency on which she is keen.