It's probably pretty cool to be King of the Bears. It's kind of a drag to be Princess of the Bears, though. Everyone who hangs around the court is... well, like, a bear. They're uncouth and kind of smelly -- no way could I see myself marrying one. Eww! But who else do I ever meet? And now what? A delegation of wolves?
That tears it -- I'm moving to Denver.
Someone there must know how to lift their feet off the ground when they dance!