You gently pick up the baby bird with your mouth and carry it outside. You cannot help but notice it tastes like stale air and rocks. It is unpleasant, but you endure. You walk to where you got the dirt you were going to offer the baby bird. There is a tiny dip in the earth where you quickly, and with great panic, gathered what you thought would be a decent meal for a needy baby bird.
You place the baby bird in the moist soil.
You slide some dirt over the baby bird.
You sit and reflect. You feel a few leaves fall on your head.
It is very windy outside.
You are a bear.
You choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 