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.
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