Sorry mother bear

I went to camp at Cranbrook yesterday. It would be a wonderful trip for me if there wasn't a stupid act.
This morning my friends asked me to go to hunt with them. I had nothing to do so I agreed. They took me to the forest and we climbed up to the top of the hill.

I thought my eye sight was going to shit when I saw the mother bear and showed it to my friend's friend. It was a long range and with the rifle, he shot mother bear dead.
After the mother bear was shot, Marvin (the one who shot the bear) realized that besides the mother bear, there was a boy cub. He was really angry and he told me that hunters never kill a mother bear or bear children.

"That was a hunter," said my friend ( I started to hate him from that moment )
We weren't together, but we were close enough that I got him on my camera



We were trying to bring the baby bear home and protect him, but he kept running away from us. He knew when his mother was away, and danger approached, he climbed a tree quickly. But climbing a tree was of no use, his mom was dead. He looked so sad and helpless. If he is not looked after and cared for, he will die soon. I'm wondering how can he start his own life in the forest without his mother. Who cares tenderly for him until he is old enough to care for himself???



I couldn't bear to watch that scene. As I was looking that sadly scene, I made a hasty and unsatisfactory review of my whole life, it is almost impossible to think of any good thing I have done. I felt really really bad for myself.





Mother bear didn't mind it now
She minded nothing
She was calm in death

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Sorry mother bear
Sorry little bear

I did something really stupid, and now I have to be punished for it