Shanghai as a Bear Cub
The heat of mid-summer was stifling, and I journeyed to the woods looking for comfort. I was sitting by a fresh, mountain stream when I saw it. The cub was exhausted, dragging itself slowly towards the other side of the stream, panting with thirst. It was so tired that it didn’t notice me, or find me threatening. It suddenly slumped over, as if to pass out. I wasn’t sure whether it would make it to the stream or not, and I wanted to help it.
Thinking twice, I stayed where I was. You just don’t get involved in the affairs of a bear cub. You just don’t.
The mother is always around, and she is unforgiving.