P3 Glass Jerry Bear

Description

P3 Glass Jerry Bear pipe. 4.5 inch. Hand made blown glass by Joe Baker Designs of Norther California. $26.95

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🌈 “Bobby Bluefur and the Midnight Jam”

Long ago in a secret forest nestled somewhere between the echoes of a drum solo and the hum of a Jerry Garcia guitar riff, there lived a tribe of dancing bears. These weren’t ordinary bears — no, sir. They were Grateful Dead bears: brightly colored, perpetually grooving, and fueled by peace, love, and the occasional cosmic mushroom.

Among them was Bobby Bluefur, the youngest and bluest of the clan. While the others danced in perfect sync to every Grateful Dead tune floating through the trees, Bobby always seemed half a beat off. His spins were wobbly, and his rhythm… well, let’s just say it was abstract.

The elder bears — like Scarlet Red, Sunshine Yellow, and the mysterious Purple Daze — watched Bobby with knowing smiles. They’d all once felt out of sync, too, until they found their groove under the stars.

One full moon night, as the wind hummed “China Cat Sunflower,” a glowing ripple shimmered through the forest. It was a signal: the Midnight Jam was about to begin — a once-in-a-blue-moon gathering where the forest opened a portal to the Great Stage, where music from every dimension echoed eternally.

Each bear took their spot, forming a perfect circle around a patch of glowing mushrooms. But just as the jam began, a swirling wind lifted Bobby off his paws and carried him into the center. He was terrified. Everyone was watching.

The music swelled — a blend of “Eyes of the World” and stardust. Bobby closed his eyes, forgot about the beat, and just felt. His paws tapped, spun, twirled, and suddenly… he was dancing. Not like the others — but like himself. And in that moment, his fur shimmered with every color of the rainbow.

The crowd erupted in howls and whoops. The elder bears nodded. Bobby had found it — his own rhythm, his own soul-dance.

From that night on, Bobby Bluefur became a legend of the forest. Not for dancing perfectly — but for dancing authentically.

And if you wander deep enough into the woods on a warm summer night, you just might hear the faint beat of a drum, the whisper of a guitar… and the joyful shuffle of bear paws keeping time with the stars.

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