“Shoo!”
“Gotcha!”
“Aaaah!”
This speeding pear was first seen driving carelessly while Angry Pear was out for a walk.
“What do you want from me?”
“Who needs you anyway?”
“I’ll stop bossin’ you, when you start doing what I say.”
Read parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 of Pear Vs. the Triathlon for the story so far.
We last saw the pears in the midst of catastrophe.
They worked very hard.
“And heave!” “And heave!” “Heave!”
Once number 11 was free, they were too tired to continue the triathlon.
Number 14 invited everyone to her place.
After a few cocktails, she got an idea.
“I think we should write a letter to the race organizers.”
“And don’t forget to mention the pothole!”
The End.
“I have to wait a whole week now?”
Pears like ice cream in the summer.
“These eggs are not poached properly.”
The Empearor.
Oh stem
ye polar lance
eternal magnet of the north
all else is vanity.
[Poem by commenter Pere]
Pears are miserable when they are sick.
“Oh dear, I’m late.”
“Too crowded.”
“I’ll just wait for the next one.”
Please check back on Saturday!
Best Friends!
“You wait here.”
“hmm…”
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“Let’s go.”
Mine!
Ugh. Ruined!
Pear likes watching birds.
Birds like watching pear!
He is immortal. Harvested in the highlands of Scotland over 400 years ago, he is not alone. There are others like him. Some good, some rotten. For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness with the holy fruit bowl his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his stem and with it, his power. In the end, there can be only one.
May it be Duncan McPear, The Highlander.
“I am Bosc.”
Angry Pear 