I've obtained a large black bear, dead, apparently to eat. I set it down in my cabin and start taking slices from him. I don't think I can eat it all, but I can put a lot away. I come to his face and it's very sweet, he looks like he's sleeping peacefully, his eyes open but dark.

Suddenly he moves, and awakens. I feel bad because so much of him has been cut away and eaten, and I'm not sure he can survive it. I take him somewhere, to the zoo or veterinarian, and give him to them to try to rescue.

Some time later, I'm by a campfire, and there is an unspoken mood, like there is something they don't want to tell me. I don't say anything to anyone, but eventually they tell me that the bear died. I'm sorry to hear that, in a quiet, distant and empty way.