Groucho!
When I first saw him, he was sitting - fluff and all - on the town's newly constructed bench. I had tilted my face, recognition lighting up an imaginary light bulb over my head. Of course! He was the new villager... Groucho. A smile grew on my lips as I watched the stranger from afar... This big gloomy bear didn't seem like he belonged on my canary yellow bench, surrounded by especially sorted tulips. Palms smoothing down the wrinkles of my dress, I approached the bear with little to no hesitation. Watering can forgotten, I planted my bottom right on the free spot beside him. The bear turned his face to me, and I could barely contain the laughter...Right there, on his navy blue cheeks, was the most grumpiest expression I had ever seen. But, it didn't bother me - Heck, I could handle Resetti even. We had introduced ourselves, and I could tell it would take a bit for this bear to warm up to me. So, every day I would make sure to talk to Groucho... and slowly, his tufts of ears, low rumbling voice, and goofy orange comb-over engraved itself into my every day routine. Often, he would ask if I was doing well, if I had everything I needed, or if I was living comfortably. The bear even requested a visit to my house to make sure I was living as nicely as I deserved.
Yet, even then...I knew Groucho was a free soul, with strange whims and desires. I knew that among all the ruffling of my hair, grumbling approvals, and quiet confidings, that he was still a lone bear. This was why I wasn't surprised to find one morning he had left, disappeared in the night. A bare patch of grass stood where the memories of his home once was. I tightly grasped the unopened letter from him in my hands, and soon my eyes would be scouring over the words. He spoke of the need for change, and a sense of flight that he had to act on. I smiled softly, hoping things would be better for him in the next town on. Just as it was scribbled on the back of his picture, "Rocky road is more than just a flavor of ice cream."