Part 3 Mini Short Series
As the cub and I lay curled around one and other, I realized how insane the situation truly was. Nothing to do about it for the night though, it took quite some time, well into the early dark hours, to actually sleep.
Fitful sleep, I dreamed of horrible smelling bugs that crawled over my entire body. Biting and stinging until the unbearable itch of the little demons seemed would drive me mad. I awoke with a jump, which in turn startled the young bear cub, which again in turn startled me even more.
Swatting half halfheartedly at me, the sharp claws left quite the swath of cuts across my arm as I rolled away and into a crouch before I realized that the animal had done just about the same as me. Albeit, in a bearish manner of course.
I slumped unto my rear end and the bear followed suit, quite the little mimicker. Sunshine was just lightening the sky, a few stars were still visible through the branches high over our heads. I took a moment longer before standing to try and remember anything that came before the dirt in my mouth, still drawing a mental blank.
I began walking towards the stream, little cub in tail at a short distance. We both waded right on into the frigid water and drank and splashed around for a minute or less. Jumping out, I decided that the time was never better to start a brisk walk downstream. Eventually, I hoped, the young tag along would lose interest in me and wander off into the depths of the forest and I could go on in relative safety.
Part 4 Mini Series
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