The last place I’ve seen a bear would like to be is at a bear’s feet, so I knew there was something wrong with my plans.
I knew I needed to find a safe place to sleep, but I also knew there would be a lot of bears.
I didn’t want to be the one to go into the bear lodge and sleep on a ledge.
I knew if I got in there, I would probably get killed.
I wanted to go out there with my own two feet, to escape the bear’s eyes.
The only problem was that the bears in the lodge would probably kill me too.
I went into the lodge and waited for a bear to approach me.
When he didn’t, I put on a mask and started running away.
I was scared, but also wanted to make sure no one was watching me.
I wasn’t going to be scared away by a bear.
I had a plan.
I would run into the trees.
I wouldn’t run into any of the bears.
I ran into a tree, but the bear was right behind me.
As I got up and looked back to see if the bear had spotted me, he caught up with me.
He grabbed me and held me.
I didn’t even know I was holding the bear, he just grabbed me.
There was nothing I could do.
I felt scared and angry, but there was nothing else I could say.
I got off the bear and ran out of the lodge, out of sight.
The next thing I knew, I was on the ground.
I thought I was dead.
I had run away from a bear that had taken me away from my mother.
I ran for a while in the forest, trying to find my way out of this nightmare, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not get out.
I couldn’t even get my boots off.
I looked for the bear.
Then I saw a tree that looked like it was going to make a big impact on the trail.
I saw the bears and the bears saw me.
The trees shook and the trees started to fall.
I tried to run out of there, but couldn’t.
I remember looking up and thinking I was in a dream, that I was dreaming that I had run into a bear, but that the bear wasn’t there.
The next thing that happened was that I heard a roar.
I screamed for help, and ran into the forest.
I started screaming and screaming.
There were more than 20 bears that were following me.
Some of them were really big.
I don’t know if they saw me or not.
I heard them coming towards me, but didn’t know what to do.
When they saw I was running, they all started to run, but one of them kept running after me.
They had to get away from me because I was too big for them to chase.
I was scared and I didn: I ran.
I came to a tree.
I put my mask on and started shouting at the trees and the bear that was following me, telling them to get off my trail, to get back to their territory, and to get out of my way.
I shouted for the others to stop chasing me, and for me to stay calm and stop running.
They kept running.
When I got closer, I saw that the other bears were all trying to catch up to me.
That’s when I realised something.
They were afraid of me.
They kept chasing me.
But I was not afraid.
I kept running, running, and running.
I could see they were scared of me, too.
I can’t explain why.
I have to admit I was frightened.
I cried, and I cried a lot.
I finally found a place to put my hat, my mask and my pack on, and my boots on.
I still remember what I saw.
I really don’t think I saw any bear.
I don’t remember the bear at all, and now that I think about it, I don.
I wasn’t really scared, because I had no idea what to expect.
I think I had been scared by other people or by bears before, but this was the first time that I really thought that a bear was coming.
When a bear came, I had to run away.
The only thing that kept me running was the fear.
I decided to get into the woods.
I think the moment I was able to see the forest and to see a bear and a group of bears, I felt really safe.
I told myself that the best way to survive this was to just be the best bear you could be, and get as far away from the bears as possible.
I am very lucky that I didn and that I survived.