Well, we have come to the end. I promised you 33 bears but I deliver only 32. This last bear was kidnapped before we ever got to see it. No sign of it has yet been found. Worse than that I promised on the first page of the story that you wouldn't see another picture of me but there I was again on the previous page. And what of the gratuitous sexual content? The story failed to deliver on that promise as well. Three promises broken. If it causes you to doubt the veracity of the other events related in this story, I can't blame you. I might doubt one or two events myself, if I hadn't seen them transpire before my own two eyes. Anyway, when I end up breaking promises, as I have done here, I like to turn my unreliability into a practical lesson. I like to say, "See, you can trust no one. See, even if you had no intention of breaking your word, in this world we live in, it happens nonetheless. It happens and you go on living all the same. It doesn't seem right at all and yet that is just how it is, not right. Some might substitute wrong for not right but I won't go that far. I will simply leave it at not right." You can adjust the vehemence of the intonation to suit your own individual disposition.