The other day, I met a bear,
In a manner of speaking. He was out. I was in, standing at the kitchen window.
A great big bear,
It has been drawn to my attention that I exaggerate. It was a cub. A well-fed, maybe two-feet-at-the-shoulder cub.
A way out there.
He was out. I was in, etc., etc. By this time, my exclamations of bear!Bear!BEAR! have drawn the notice of the man of the house.
He sized up me.
How could he NOT take notice of me? The windows were wide open and I was dancing about, scrambling for the camera while trying to keep one eye on the animal. Poor thing probably had conniptions upon hearing me holler. I did not, as you will notice, manage to find the camera.
I sized up him.
Rather, hubby did the sizing. Hence the corrections as regards cub versus adult.
There is no need to repeat the additional stanzas of the tune. Boo-Boo Bear vamoosed, and he has no doubt updated his territory maps to indicate “Crazy Lady” on Nipissing Hill.
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Want to know more about American Black Bears? Check out the Wikipedia page, wherein you will learn that “the biggest wild American black bear ever recorded was a male from New Brunswick, shot in November 1972, that weighed 409 kg (902 lb) after it had been dressed, meaning it weighed an estimated 500 kg (1,100 lb) in life, and measured 2.41 m (7.9 ft) long.”
Can you imagine my reaction if THAT fellow wandered through the yard? YIKES!
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