I have a special memory with a bear. My family took a vacation in Yellowstone Park when I was little. I needed to use the restroom. My mom and I waited outside with a group who were saying there was a bear in there. Of course, I didn't believe them, so I walked in. Sure enough, there was a bear going through the trash. Did I turn around and leave? No. I walked right past him. So I was in there, and had no choice but to walk back out. In other words, I was cornered.I waited a couple seconds and thought "just go out". So I walked past him again. He was so interested in the trash, he never even knew I was there. When I got out, my mom was like this.
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So that's my adventure in the wilds of Yellowstone. Fortunately, a happy ending.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :back2topic:
P.S. I still won't be buying the scarf.
Haha, I roared with laughter after reading your story ~ the things children do and lucky you that the trash bin was the bear's gold mine!
