Bear At Yellowstone

I run out to see the joggers. The prettiest one screams. I am not scary! I think. A mean old one is blaring a can that hurts my ears. I run back into the thicket. What is wrong with these two-leggers? Do they not know I only want a bit of food? Dang! Here comes that uniform guy with the badge. The one that shot me in the butt and put a tag on me. I crouch down low. Wishing he would go away. He is ruining my visit with the next set of joggers.