the bear cave push

You first I offered. The rugged two-hundred-and-sixty-pound guide stared at me. You are kidding, right? We had stopped in front of a cave opening. It’s spring. Bears would not be in there now, right? He glared at me. Are you a chicken? I asked nicely. He pushed me into the dark cave. I fought him with claws and teeth. When we met the other guides for lunch he looked gamey. “Did you encounter a grizzly?” one of them asked him. “worse,” he said.