A little polar bear goes to this father and says, "Dad, there's this thing I've always been wondering about....Do we have any black bears or brown bears in our family?"
His dad snarls at him and cuffs him around a bit. "Why how can you ask such a thing? Do you SEE any black bears or brown bears around here? You are a very foolish little bear. Go find something else to do besides asking such stupid questions."
The little polar bears slumps away and goes to find his mother. "Mother," he says, "I was just wondering...I mean I really have to know: are there any brown bears or black bears in our family. I don't mean now. I mean maybe a long, long time ago?"
The mother bear rears up and growls most ferociously. She give her son a cuff that sends him tumbling head over heels and then says in her most forbidding voice: "Black bears and brown bears! What can you be thinking? My family is polar bear as far back as anyone knows and your father's family is pure, PURE, polar bear as far as THEY go! How do you get these notions into your head? Now run along and don't bother me with such foolishness."
"But then," whimpers the little bear, edging away from her, "why am I so fucking cold?"
(Cheers, Joanna Bujes)