Gunshots could be heard from far away. The hunters were coming. Humans. The most dangerous beasts of them all. The animals ran, deeper into the forest. All but one.
The bear was not afraid. He was not afraid of anything. He waited for the hunters, waited for them to come close enough. Waited behind a big rock.
The hunters came. Passed the rock. He jumped at them, growling, clawing, spitting and biting. Punched one hunter down. His roar could be heard from far away. The gunshot that followed even further.
The animals ran, deeper into the forest. All but one. The bear lay dead on the ground.
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Poor bear.
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Sometimea fear can be a good thing.
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Survival mode…indeed.
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From fear comes many emotions anger and hatred being just one but then the hunter’s survivalist nature is strong. It was a good creative piece of microfiction.
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Thank you. Fear can save your life somtimes, too..
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Great Post…. idk but there is something about this bear I like.
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Thanks!
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Sadness…
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A tragedy.
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And the bear’s last words as a card carrying member of the National Rifle Association were, “Guns don’t kill bears. People kill bears.”
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If only the bear had carried a gun, this would never have happened… XD
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LOL 😂
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Poor bear 😦 I guess fortune doesn’t always favour the brave.
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Not always for sure, sometimes it just kills them. Happy to hear from you.
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Nice to be back online 🙂
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