The bears visit was viewed as a bit of a sideshow.
Walking on hind legs. All that was missing was the little bike.
Shot dead in the street just looking for food.
Plastic bags to hold their bodies and preserve them for future generations or maybe, just to make the task easier.
Using the little water we had that week to wash the blood off the streets.
Everything is fine, the mother tells the children.
And we are, like children and bears.
Fine.