What are you? Black fur, brown nose, four legs like the stumps of trees. You snuffle and eat dry red berries from the bushes at the side of the trail. I"ve seen you before, on our telescreens in MiddleSchool.
Bear. No danger.
Good fellow.
The bear growled at him and lunged.
I"ll share your berries.
Errl began to run. Through the firs, crashing over fallen logs, through bogs of wildflowers, the bear behind him.
Grrrrr.
Holy Zorster"s demons and bells, the thing was fast! Little blue pockets of snow crushed beneath his feet as he ran. He jumped over broken branches and fallen logs, running away from his ship. He threw a glance over his hairy shoulder and then leapt in another direction. The bear followed, zig-zagging through the forest. They were at an angle to the ship, as far as Err
