Drawing the bear forward

In his panic, John tripped, watching helplessly as the tiny girl stood mumbling to the hale old grizzly before her.

Dumbstruck, he registered the sound of his “cognitively impaired” daughter’s voice. The doctors had said Wendy might never speak, but here she was, murmuring… drawing the bear forward.

Indeed, the beast’s massive head was drooping; it seemed almost incapacitated

Image credit: Sarolta Ban

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40 thoughts on “Drawing the bear forward”

  1. Poor bear. Really though, it probably felt a duty to protect this child.
    Animals can sense when those creatures are out of their bounds.

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