Walking along a deep river, I noticed something strange on the surface. A small bear cub was lying on the surface.
My first thought was that the baby was just having fun, swimming. But as I got closer, I realized the baby wasn’t moving at all, lying motionless in the water.
“He probably drowned,” I muttered and reached out to get it.
I carefully pulled him to the surface. I poked him with my hand a few times, shook him, hoping he would revive, but it was no use. He seemed lifeless.
But it was at that moment that something terrible happened 😱😱
Suddenly, a deep, heavy growl sounded behind me. Goosebumps ran across my skin. I slowly turned around—and saw her.
A huge she-bear emerged from the bushes. Her eyes blazed with fury, her breathing ragged. She saw that I was holding her cub and decided that I had killed it.
With a loud roar, she stood up on her hind legs. The ground seemed to tremble.
Horrified, I threw the cub back into the water and took off running along the shore. But the bear was faster. She caught up with me in seconds and swiped my back with her paw.
A sharp pain pierced my body—the claws left deep scratches. I barely managed to stay on my feet, blood soaking my shirt.
But fear gave me strength. I rushed into the thicket of the forest, weaving between the trees until I heard her roar gradually fading in the distance.
When I finally reached the road, I collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
It was at that moment that I realized:
you should never interfere with the wild. It has its own laws. And humans are always strangers there.
