Once upon a time there lived a very small bear. One clear morning, he found himself on a shelf in what he later learned was a gift shop at Great Smoky Mountain National Park. The trek there had been long and arduous, and he had felt a little sick and a whole lot scared.. He had been packed in boxes with other bears - big ones that elbowed him out of the way, and small ones that were as frightened as he was. When his box was unceremoniously dropped on the floor, he quickly ducked his head to avoid the sharp box opener that ripped through the tape keeping the box closed. The young college-aged clerk grabbed handfuls of his companions and pulled them out of the box - he kept doing that until it was finally the bear's turn to be lifted up and dumped on a shelf with the other stuffed animals. What would happen next? Is this where he would be forever?
And then they did. The woman picked him up again, and said, "Let's get him. We'll take him with us, and take pictures with him in the park..
The next thing he knew, the woman had pulled him out of the bag and sat him in a planter. She took his picture with a large camera and with her phone. When the man walked up, she said, "I think his name is Parker. Parker the Bear. Because he's from a national park."
In the couple of years after that momentous day, he had traveled with them everywhere, and he was in countless pictures. He saw more of Tennessee, a whole lot of West Virginia, lighthouses in Ohio. He flew on a plane to Orlando, and got to see where Mickey Mouse lives. He went to a place called Tuscaloosa several times, and learned to say "Roll Tide!" with Steve. A time came when there wasn't much travel, but he still went with Kim and Steve to what they called State Parks on day trips, walking on beautiful paths with them. One summer, he road in a caravan of cars to move their son Josh to a place called Henderson. Along they way, he saw mountains, deserts, prairies, windmills and fields. He got to ride in the moving van with Steve, and in the regular van with Kim. A cat named Percy, who seemed nicer than the cat who lived in their house (Sprocket) came with them on the long journey. The next year, he road in another caravan, moving their other son, Grant, to Lexington. It was a shorter trip, but just as exciting (this time with two cats).
His heart was full. He loved Kim and Steve, and he thinks they love him, too. He helped them when they were a little sad because, they said, he reminded them to have fun. He hadn't felt special at all on the day he met them, but now he had a name, he had personality, and went with them almost everywhere they traveled. He even liked the cat from a distance. He was home and loved. He was Parker the Bear.














































