BEARLY A TALE
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed and she’s still there!” Junior shouted from his room.
“Hold on, Son,” Papa Bear called out. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Papa raced through their home and caught a glimpse of a yellow streak as it headed down the stairs. When he arrived in Junior’s room the cub was crying. The room was a shambles. Worst of all, the wooden bear doll he had made for his son had been crushed. What sort of monster would invade a family’s home, eat their food, and destroy their treasures?
“Are you hurt?”
“No, Papa.” Junior’s lip trembled.
“Stay here and protect your mother.” Papa Bear charged out of the house. On the road ahead, he could see the fleeing form of a human. He should’ve known. The humans were always forcing their way into places where they had no business being.
The blonde cub had a lead, but that soon vanished. Within minutes, Papa Bear had closed the gap to a few yards. He planned to give the human cub a good scolding as soon as he caught her.
A loud popping sound exploded from the woods. When he stopped to see what made the commotion he spotted a hunter cradling one a long-fang.
Good! Let the humans handle the matter. Once Papa explained what the whelp had done he could return home and repair the damage.
Papa stood up and held out his arms in the universal sign of peace.
Papa felt something burn into his chest. He opened his mouth to tell the hunter what had happened. Surely, he would help.
The pain was unbearable. He tried to take a step towards home, but fell to the ground. His eyes closed and darkness took him.