He could do nothing think nothing. His Tongue stained with berry juice stuck to the roof of his mouth and he stared at the bear. It was black with cinnamon colored nose not twenty feet away from him and big.
Bryan Hanging on a pine limb, he watched her go, half expecting her to come back to run him over again. But she kept going and when she was well gone from sight he went to the bank and found the bird.
insanity he was taken to the back by some made force and driven into the shelter his face slammed down into the pine branches off his bed.