Dont Get Too Close

Don’t get too chose I cautioned my child. He looks meek now, for he is sleeping, so he is mild. But he is a bear, and he might be a grizzly at that. The next thing I knew my child was waving his hat. Standing on top of the giant sleeping bear of course. The bear opened his eyes and I yelled out “Norse!” Norse grinned at me and then slid down the giant’s neck. The giant slapped at him with his paw, as if he were a speck. “Take me!” I yelled as I ran toward the giant beast. As a mother, it was what I could do, it was the least. The bear stood up and lumbered off, ignoring us both. “It was the scariest thing ever” I wrote down in a quote.