The single bear gets caught up in an urban backyard.
Sometimes I feel like I really know the forest. I know its trees. I know its sounds. I know its soft grass and the insanity of its squirrels. I know where the deer goes and I know his despicable face. In a comforting way, I know the forest.
But when that feeling settles in for too long, I get a little worried. Do I know the forest too well? Have I really exhausted all of its awe-inspiring majesty? Perhaps the comfort is too great, and I need new and interesting things to find and experience in the forest.
And then I found a human lake.
And I remember that the comfort in familiarity is usually much better than the chaos of new experiences.
The human lake was near a human cave. I was following the aroma of what I thought must have been a lovely dumpster when I found the…
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