A bear, children. A black bear. Here’s an article about it. They have it cornered, hoping to catch it unharmed, although our local animal control officer seems to be hot for the option of shooting it if it gets close to folk. Can’t say I entirely blame him, but I don’t know him well enough to know if he’s trigger-happy or not. They say they think the bear came up from Kentucky.
Naturally, I’ve been singing “The Preacher and the Bear” all day. In case you don’t know that little classic, here it is, performed by Phil Harris, which is how I grew up hearing it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character comes face-to-face with a wild animal.