The Bear Cub

He saw the bear cub twenty feet ahead, seconds before he heard the rustle of the brush behind him. "Oh shit," is all he had time to think before the mother grizzly was on him.

He tried in vain to fight back. The pain, as she bit down on his head, was excruciating. She dropped him to the ground slapping him back and forth with her paw several times. He was barely conscious, hoping she would finish him off quickly.

His final view from one blurry eye was watching the cub approach as its mother dragged him down the hill.