The Bear III

The Bear (cont.)
I know the story is hard to believe. But, before it started, the young man involved was lying in his tent with his head out of the end looking at the stars and eating a candy bar. The first time he noticed the bear it’s head was right in front of his face. (he smelled the candy) The young man immediately ducked down in the bag and as he scurried to the bottom end and broke the zipper trying to get out, the bear was ripping from the other end to shreds. That’s when he bit him the first time and picked him up. He must not have liked the hold he had because he set the boy down and grabbed him more to the other side to pick him up again. I have received at least one poem alluding to where he hit the bear, but it is not correct. Note that this was a male bear. When the bear put him back on the ground he was facing to the rear of the bear. He said that all he could see was these two huge things in a sack hanging down. He made a fist and hit the things as hard as he could, whereas the bear reared up with a terrible growl, groan, (and probably a plead to please don’t hit me there again). During this process the boy ran one way back to camp and the bear ran the other. I know this sounds fantastic but it is just as he told it and it really is the only thing that makes sense as to why the bear let him go. I promise, I know this is all you can bear. The end.

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