Play Dead Are You Crazy

The grizzly bear came at me, snorting and screeching. Until this second, I did not know that they screeched. I knew to run was not the way. I had been warned. They love to chase their prey before they eat it. Play dead! A voice in my head said. What? Are you crazy? I looked at the trees. None of them had low branches, so I picked up an umbrella. It was the only long thing I had at this stupid campfire. I did not have time to unthread a tent pole did I? The grizzly was as angry as any beast I had ever seen. Her mouth was full of teeth, and her paws were bigger than my head. I knew I was going to be a goner if I enraged her even more. So I handed her the umbrella. She was shocked. You could see confusion in her eyes. She smacked me over and over. Killing me in a thorough way, because I died of a heart attack. My soul watched her devour my carcass from the safety of the tree line.