A little bit of the sun creeps into your cave as the baby bird notices its own shadow. It is staring at the shadow as it jumps and skips and flies a bit, trying its very best to elude the perceived illusion. You make a satisfied grunting sound. The baby bird chirps excitedly. It runs in circles, chasing the shadow. You watch and love every minute.
You choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 