Killer polar bear is actually… nice?

Date: 3/23/2024

My family and I went to a town some good distance away. We somehow encountered a polar bear… right splat in a parking lot in the southeastern states. It was a chunky boy. After we were done exploring the town, we rushed to our car and began the trek home. We were in a haste since we noticed the bear was inching near us no matter where we went. The polar bear was chasing our car the entire drive home. It was nighttime when we finally made it. The bear came inside with us. This stretched into this whole ordeal of me trying to get the polar bear out. My dad, his wife, and my brother went to bed, leaving me to fight this battle alone. It kept on trying to attack me as I tried to explain to the 911 phone dispatcher that there was a bear in my house. I wasn’t sure how to put my problem into words that made sense, so I was disregarded as a prankster and kept getting hanged up on. The bear did hurt me a bunch of times. I finally managed to get the bear out the back door. It ran down my deck and toward my fence. I didn’t bother looking to see if it lept over the gate or not. I slammed my door and locked it, relieved that the worst was already over. Then, the crime scene of some poor sap’s mangled body flashed in my mind. It was my responsibility to ensure that bear wouldn’t hurt anyone… However, I was rejected every time I tried to explain the situation to the police. You reap what you sow, right? Some time later, I was in my room and suddenly saw the in the corner of the room, the shadow of my worst enemy - the bear. There was a vast difference to it compared to how it was earlier. It was very thin, like how the bears look in those photos talking about climate change. It didn’t have aggression in its eyes. It instead looked pitiful and ugly. I guess I knew how it felt, so I offered it a place on my bed. It did. It curled up with me, diving its nose in the bed sheets to find a good spot, not too different from a dog’s mannerisms. Massive seven foot bear just laying in my bed. No biggie. I^ freaking^ love^ polar^ bears.^ Also, for some reason I related to it because we both have flat feet. lol It was really sweet, and a good ending for a supposed nightmare. (I think it’s noteworthy to add that a few months ago, I read a short story on Archive.org called ‘Tiny Wife.’ It was a surreal magical realism type of story. Its underlying theme was dealing with a big problem you’d shove under the rug. One of the characters was a woman who kept on getting chased by a giant lion. She couldn’t rest for long because she lived in fear of getting killed by it. Toward the end, she made amends with it. Instead of running from it, she pet its fur and calmed it down. The lion dwindled down in size and made its home on her leg as a tattoo. It’s a good story, albeit weird lol!)