While you roll about the forest, practically without control of your fate at this point (beyond simply stopping the rolling, which would probably lead to you being covered in angry, disorientated ants who would definitely get into your nose). You accept your loss of control and reminisce on the time you ate a leaf that looked like your paw. It was such a lovely leaf you had found and decided to put into your mouth and chomp upon. It looked just like your paw. It had strange little dark spots at all the right places, and the leaf’s points seemed shaped like claws. It tasted so good, as most leaves do.
And then you splash.
And then you choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 