The sun was blinding and Dara was getting his boots on for one of his regular weekend morning strolls. He dashed upstairs, grabbed his raincoat and slipped silently out the door.
His destination for this particular day was the local woods. He reached the clutter of trees after about 15 minutes, stepping through a gap in the trees. He walked in peace for a while, just as he liked, when suddenly he heard some movement. He then spotted something that looked like furry arms hugging a tree. A bear! Dara ran as fast as a cheetah in a race. When he reached the edge of the woods, he was exhausted. At least he didn’t get eaten!