original statement: "Oh man, I really wanted a bear claw!!" (overheard exclamation by customer entering Cannon Beach Bakery in Cannon Beach, OR)
Although this client was referring to the tasty baked treat that was sadly sold out that afternoon, along with the apple cinnamon bread I was craving, I'm going to go ahead and take it right out of context for the writercize dialogue ...
"Oh man, I really wanted a bear claw!" Joshua exclaimed, rummaging through the prize bins at the county fair bottle toss.
"A what?" his mom asked.
"You know, a bear claw. For luck," he said.
"For luck? A bear claw? Joshy, I've never heard of that."
"Yes, a bear claw. On a key chain. Bobby has one down on the corner, and it's furry and black and he said that his uncle gave it to him after a hunting trip. He brings it to every baseball game and we all toss it around for luck. It's so cool. I want one too."
"Joshy, how big is this bear claw that Bobby has?" his mom asked.
"Umm, well, it fits in his hand. Maybe like palm-sized, or a little smaller. The nails sort of poke out."
"Joshy, are you sure you don't mean a rabbit's foot? I think you might be talking about a rabbit's foot."
"Oh yeah. You're right mom. Man, I always get those confused!"
"Mmm-hmmm. Big bear, little bunny. I can see why ..." Mom rolled her eyes a little bit and let out a chuckle as Joshua picked out a bouncy Koosh ball instead.