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.
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Jane
July 19, 2016 at 9:59amWhen I saw that bear on the news, I was wondering if he’d stop by to see ya.
Hope he don’t!
Great summer feast! Looks scrumptious!
Marian Allen
July 19, 2016 at 11:38amI hope not, too. The way Mom is about bears, she’d probably take him in.
Joey
July 19, 2016 at 11:01amOh my goodness. Damned lost bears. I hope they don’t encroach further north!
Marian Allen
July 19, 2016 at 11:39amHe’ll probably go home as soon as he catches his Pokemon.
Joey
July 19, 2016 at 12:16pmAHAHAHAHA! 😛
Gary Mathews
July 20, 2016 at 12:06pmCraziest thing to happen in Hoosier Lane in quite some time!