Talk:Grizzly/@comment-26948680-20151030230311/@comment-71.50.216.137-20160331094447

I happened, me being the idiot I am, to have some bread on hand. So, I give the Grizzly cub the bread and hand her to her mother, who takes the cub, then, after some talking between the two, sets the cub down. The cub walks over to me, and promptly snuggles me, so the mother picks both me and the cub up and carries us to the den. I am carried off without a fight, and without a trace. I live with a very lenient pair of bears, me being twenty, the mother Grizzly thirty-two, and the younger Grizzly also twenty.