The shivering, helpless baby bird looks nearly frozen when the idea of your warm fur and layers of blubber being able to keep the creature alive and warm hits your brain. You position yourself in the most weight-defying fashion possible as your gently lower your warm belly onto the bird.
It works for a moment. And the baby bird certainly seems warm. It hardly spends a second underneath your warmth before you hear a panicked and desperate chirp. You curl your face toward your stomach to see a struggling baby bird, likely crushed under your intense weight.
You choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 