The bear, its bloody maw wide open, saw my feet near its mouth and lunged to bite me.
I had just sat down on the ground, still catching my breath, when I realized the bear's mouth was at the edge of the pit. I quickly retracted my legs like lightning, pushing myself backward with my hands.
I couldn't believe the bear still wanted to kill me even as it was dying. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, then gripped my spear tightly with my sweaty palms and cautiously approached the bear again.
Did the bear look at me with mockery?
Yes, mockery!
I was truly furious!
I tentatively feigned a thrust at its head, but this time the bear didn't even flinch.
Oh my god!
I felt like the bear was watching me like a clown, and I was humiliated and enraged.
This time, I w
