—A Bear Story—
I was sittin’ and watching TV when I heard a commotion outside.
It sounded like yelling, plus a car alarm. I wandered out onto the back porch.
“Oh No!, Not my Apple Fritters!” A lady said.
“He’s eating my Dorito’s…” One guy says.
“Um… Excuse me… Is the Bear over there by chance?” I asked.
“Yes! We left the trunk open while unpacking, and he got into our car.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s our fault. We shouldn’t have left the trunk open.”
“Um… Sir… That Bear can hit thirty miles an hour. I wouldn’t do what you appear to be doing…” I said to the man who had wandered outside onto the ground floor and was slowly walking toward the Bear. He had his cell phone’s camera turned on and was taking pictures.
“They don’t chase people, do they?”
“I wouldn’t find out if I were you, Sir… I know he can hit thirty. He’s only four years old. He’s in his prime, and his Momma taught him well…”
“You local?” They ask me.
“Um. I’m here a lot.”
“Oh, not that! He’s eating all our food,” one lady exclaims.
“He’s eaten over ten thousand calories! He’s gotta be getting full.”
They ask me, “When can we go to the car?”
“After he leaves…”
I decided I shouldn’t be getting involved in case that guy gets eaten because he wants to get pictures more than stay a safe distance away, and I bid them “Good Luck!” and walked inside.
Gladys taught her children …um, well. I guess.
