The sound of the rain drowns out the cries of the baby bird, and you keep walking back into the warmth of your cave. You get to the corner of your cave and rest your body on the ground. You stare outside of your cave entrance. You cannot hear nor see the baby bird. It has been lost to the wind and the rain and the cold and the darkness but certainly not to your mind.
You choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 