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.
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