It’s Not My Cookie

I found a cookie.
It’s just sitting there, all alone.
I wonder who it belongs to?
I’m sure they’ll be along to
get it any second now. Poor cookie.
Poor lonely cookie.
Poor lonely yummy cookie.

When a bear finds a cookie just sitting there, all alone, what is he to do?

Should he pass up this tasty treat, or will he give in to temptation?

Or is there someone else who wants the cookie even more?!