Close Encounter

I heard a growl from the woods, saw a gleam of flashing teeth. Was a mother protecting her cubs? I yanked my knife from its sheath. The intruder could not be seen through wiry tangle of brush. I knew better than to run exposing my position thus. Like a stone statue I stood deep in the darkened wood. More than a mile from aid with only my tiny blade. My heart pounded in my chest as leaves rustled round my feet. A tiny bear was sniffing me, his mother I cared not meet. Life went into slow motion I figured my time had come. But I had so much to learn, how could I die this dumb. A huge growl sent baby bear running for his little life. While I stood faced with mother holding only one small knife. She stared me in the eye with a funny puzzled look. Resembling stone I stood feeling like a schnook. She sniffed and sniffed then slowly moved away. Scattering leaves before her leaving me in disarray.

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