I am mother bear, lumbering down the deer trails. Crash through the underbrush. I am tenacious, confident in my ability to make a path. I am undaunted by the heady hum of bees. I am mother bear, shepherding my cub all summer, providing and nurturing. I am mother bear when the hunter comes with the autumn, guarded and watchful. I am mother bear, screw with my baby and I will cut you, son. 8964 copyright protection771ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0dI6EI6mew 維尼

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