Far from hearing, searchers are calling her name and singing ‘Mary Has a Little Lamb’. Had she heard, Chrissy would have joined in and they would have found her.
The day is warm enough, but another cold night will soon arrive.
Rustling bushes behind her signal the arrival of a large black bear.
Pacing close to her, it’s head swaying, its eyes focus square on Chrissy.
Now, looming over her, the bear opens her mouth wide… then a cascade of blueberries fall at Chrissy’s feet.
She dives into them, feasting happily, then cuddles into the warmth of her protector’s coat.
The day is warm enough, but another cold night will soon arrive.
Rustling bushes behind her signal the arrival of a large black bear.
Pacing close to her, it’s head swaying, its eyes focus square on Chrissy.
Now, looming over her, the bear opens her mouth wide… then a cascade of blueberries fall at Chrissy’s feet.
She dives into them, feasting happily, then cuddles into the warmth of her protector’s coat.
