Elevator Pitch
By Ofelia Gränd
Bjorn Ritter exited his bungalow on Bayside Row and glanced up and down the narrow neighborhood road. A few more days and the leaves would shield his small, lush garden from prying eyes—and there were prying eyes.
Bear streets were terrible, but his mother had insisted he’d stay in the area. In this case, ‘the area’ meant Bayside Row which was where he’d grown up, where all his cousins, second cousins, third cousins, and some who weren’t any kind of cousins, but had ended up being part of the Bayside Bear Community anyway, lived.
It wasn’t an official community. Humans believed it to be a coincidence that everyone living on Bayside Row, Cherry Street, and Ridge Road were huge, towering, grunting people with no sense of privacy. Even the women were six fee
