So. The local zoo had a brown bear named "Pooh", who was always a hit with the crowds. He was really active and really interactive with the guests, always looking at them and sometimes even running along the fence. He seemed to enjoy the attention.
That all changed when the zoo was renovating, and Pooh accidentally stepped in a bucket of paint. The staff had to shave his arms to get it all off, and Pooh wouldn't leave his cave until the fur grew back. You see...
... he could barely bear bearing Behr-bared bear arms.