Tuesday, 12 May 2020

Week #33 100WC - Caspar

It was a chilly, breezy night in a dark forest. There lay a young bear, motionless on the dense, solid ground. Deformed, crooked branches  hung over the bear. The bear had lost his mother a few days before and had nowhere to go. The night went on and on. Ravens sat in the branches screeching. The deafening screams echoed through the cold mysterious night… Then he heard some vague footsteps… They came closer and closer. He shrank into the undergrowth and then he realized it was his mother! She had come back searching for him. They trudged home happily together.

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