Ben usually picked them off before they even got close, but this bear surprised him. It sprung into the front yard and blasted him with steamy breath.
“Move, or I’ll rip off your face and feed it to my cubs!” it roared. Ben shielded his face with his arms and the bear walked in unchallenged.
Ben moved quietly into the living room, where his gun lay. He popped the bear in the hallway. Cleanup was a bitch.
“One day you’re gonna shoot and it’s gonna be Darryl,” Ben’s mother said as he carved another notch into the rifle’s wooden handle.
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Title by: Benjamin Trimble
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: Janie Woodbridge
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