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Chapter Six - Nature: Up Close And Personal Hours of the night wore on, and the rays of the sun began trickling into the cave. A deep grunt resounded off the rock walls. Chad’s eyelids fluttered. "Dammit, Flea!" he muttered and yawned. "You’re just as bad as Anthony!" A guttural growl replied, and Chad’s eyelids flew open. A large, furry shadow paced by the entrance of the cave. "Holy sh**!" Chad breathed and turned to his sleeping friend. "Flea!" he hissed. "Flea!" "Mmm!" Flea rolled toward Chad and opened his eyes. Through blurry vision, he recognised the same furry silhouette. "A bear!" he exclaimed. The creature turned toward the pair. It got up on its hind legs and growled. Chad noticed a stick by his foot. He picked it up and waved it at the approaching bear. "Chad, don’t!" Flea reached for the stick, but Chad sidestepped from him. The bear sneered as it plodded toward Chad, baring its fangs. He stepped away from the bear, and his back hit against the stone wall. The creature’s hot breath whooshed past his ears, and it raised a front paw. And swiped it across its opponent’s face. "Aah!" Chad cried as he stumbled to his knees. His hand ran over his left cheek and felt three swelling stripes. Blood seeped through his fingers. He gazed up at the bear towering over him. It snarled. "Hey!" The bear turned toward the voice and cried out. It bounded at Flea. |