Carla walked her dogs in the woods by the creek. The bear just sat there, unseen, watching her. They weren’t walking towards him so he really didn’t care. He wasn’t about to give up this pile of berries. They were blue and yummy.
The wind shifted and the dogs caught the bear’s scent. They whimpered and growled. Carla shushed them then she saw the bear. She screamed and ran, dragging her dogs behind her. Their tiny dachshund legs unable to keep up. By the time the got to the car they were bruised and bloody.
The bear ate his berries.