Tuesday, December 4, 2007

July 30, 1991.

Two polar bear cubs are trying to get into my tent. I am outside
the tent and am worried for the children so I fight them off. It
is hard work. They are trying to bite me. and they have big
metal teeth. I have a hard time controlling them but I manage.
I am very relieved they are cubs as I realize I could never have
fought off an adult bear.


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