Epilogue - Clara and The Bear The baby bear grew rapidly that spring and summer under the watchful eye of his mother. She taught him how to find the right berries, avoid those that were poisonous to bears. She paced the base of trees anxiously as he fought for honey through swarms of bees buzzing angrily around a fallen hive. Together they dug up roots to eat and she attempting to show him how to catch fish. He became distracted by the various creatures in the water, swatting after them useless and jumping around in the current joyfully. He eventually settled down and learned, though, somehow aware that these lessons would be intrinsic to his survival later on.Epilogue - Clara and The Bear by ~truepenny
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Excerpt from Clara and The Bear - Butterfly Attack The snow melted and the butterflies came. Monarchs came in droves to the Butterfly Bush the landlord had planted in the front garden – great, big, vibrantly orange creatures with velvet-like black painted on their wings, and white spots speckling their bodies. Clara would brew green tea and sit on the covered porch to watch them as they drank nectar, their creepy arms and antennas twitching. They watched her back in silence, raising their bright wings slowly. They seemed to be plotting something. She stared into their blank faces, empty masks like endless abysses. They looked soulless, like demons.Excerpt from Clara and The Bear - Butterfly Attack by ~truepenny
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