The Dreaded "Bear-loon"!

When you see its beady eyes gently bobbing up and down, swaying with the breeze, feeling it's hot breathe emanating from the woods you know it's too late. It springs to action from it's floating perch, wrapping it's dangling tail around you and pulling you to the depths of the dark dark forest...no one can here you scream as you are enveloped, your last moments dominated by the horrifying squeak of inflated rubber as his bloated body squeezes past tree after tree...his only nemesis a sharpened blade; Your only chance a last-ditch swipe at his stretching plasticy fur...fear the "Bear-loon" or be doomed to live the consequences.