Tuesday, December 13, 2005

My Mother and the Bear

Once upon a time in the mid-forties of the last century, my parents and I were camping somewhere---I forget exactly where---in the Canadian Rockies. We had gone to sleep early---it's not easy to sit around and read by a campfire---and got up early. While making breakfast my mother complained that a dog had been sniffing at her through the canvas of the tent, and continued until she gave it a whack through the canvas saying, ``Go away you old dog.''

A little later someone from the next campsite came over and asked us, ``Did you see that bear sniffing around your tent this morning?''

I doubt that there are many others whose mother once gave a bear a whack on the nose.

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