It soon became apparent that this was no ordinary bear. The creature refused to be treated like a bear, insisting on eating from a plate at the dinner table, sitting in Travis's favorite Lazyboy while watching the Tonight Show, sleeping with Weave and Travis on the large feather bed in the master bedroom, and riding in the front seat of Weave's 1968 Chevy pickup during trips into town to go bowling (an activity that the bear was quite fond of, although not very well adapted to). The bear also proved to be quite talented, rearing up on it's hind legs and dancing the hornpipe whenever Weave would hum or sing. The bear would dance only for Weave, or so it seemed. It was discovered, quite by accident, that the bear would dance for nearly anyone for the sum of one dollar. Weave named the bear, Buck.

Travis, Weave and Buck lived quite happily together for the next ten years. The only source of tension arose when Weave and Travis became amorous and made Buck sleep in the guest bedroom. Buck would sulk for days afterward, refusing to eat or dance. Only a trip into town for ten frames would put Buck back into good spirits.

In 1996 Travis died in a bizarre bowling accident, the exact circumstances of which are not clear. Weave and Buck were on their own. Buck was, by this time, quite old for a bear and the harsh Montana winters were becoming increasingly difficult as Buck absolutely refused to hibernate. Weave and Buck decided to relocate to a warmer climate and returned to the land of Weave's birth, settling on Dancing Bear Mountain (this seemed to Weave to be an appropriate spot for Buck to spend his remaining days).

One afternoon, while hiking in the forest on Dancing Bear Mountain, Weave and Buck came upon a very bedraggled and dirty man who was apparently grubbing for wild berries. Startled, the strange man ran away. Buck gave chase and disappeared into the thicket. It took Weave nearly two hours to track the pair to a cave where she found the strange man singing and laughing while he and Buck danced the hornpipe. She was quite surprised by this as she doubted that the man had the means to supply the requisite dollar to get Buck to perform and Buck had never danced gratis for anyone other than her. Weave was further surprised to discover that Buck would not return home with her unless the squalid hermit also came.

The hermit (none other than our own long lost Bob Garcia Hunter) fell in love with Weave at first site and gladly followed her and Buck to their home. Weave, however, was not immediately enamored with the misanthropic and very malodorous Bob and it was not until he once again began bathing regularly and wearing clean underwear that she realized his charms and consented to be his mate. Bob and Weave were married in a civil service atop Dancing Bear Mountain attended only by Buck, who stood as best man.

Buck died the following year, a very old and contented bear. Bob and Weave still live on Dancing Bear Mountain with their faithful black dog, Ripple.