Have you ever read a beautiful story about bear puke and dynamite? No? Well then get yourself ready, because that's exactly what this is. Beautiful stories about bear puke and dynamite used to be very popular. Now, sadly, they are quite rare. It's funny the way trends come and go. But now is not the time to think of the old days– there is a story to be told. And a very beautiful one at that.
Once, a long long time ago, there was a cave. Inside that very cave, there was a bear. And that bear is the vomiting hero of our story– but not quite yet. You see, the bear was in the cave for a strange and sad reason. The bear had wandered far from its home lands. He had become separated from his mother in the woods, and then had gotten lost. And on top of everything else, now he was being hunted (by a hunter). So, in an attempt to lose the hunter, the bear hid inside that cave.
The bear sat very still and silent, but soon the hunter approached. He couldn't see the bear, but he knew he was in there. So, like the very reckless hunter he was, he came up with a very reckless plan. The hunter lit the fuse of a stick of dynamite and threw it into the cave! BANG! The dynamite exploded in every direction! Chunks of rock flew off the cave ceiling! Everything was covered in a huge thick cloud of dust. Thinking that he would come back for the bear's body when the dust had settled, the hunter left.
But the bear was not dead. The bear was not even hurt! What the bear was, was scared. So he puked. Then, shaken, but happy to have escaped, the bear left the cave too (in the other direction).
So inside that cave there lay a puddle of bear puke. And inside that bear puke was a fig that the bear had eaten back home. And inside that fig was a seed. A fig seed. So there the fig seed lay in the puddle of puke on the dirt floor of that cave.
And in the ceiling of that cave was a hole. A hole that had been blown out by the dynamite. And inside that hole there was sunlight. In fact, that little hole let a golden sunbeam right into the middle of the cave. And that sunbeam landed right in the middle of that puddle of bear puke. Right on top of the fig seed.
So years went by, and little by little, the fig seed grew. It grew and grew into a beautiful fig tree, right inside that cave! And the tree began to grow figs of its own. And every once in a while, that same bear would come by for a snack.
You see, the bear loved figs. He had eaten them all the time at home. But there were no fig trees here in this strange land. None except the one in the cave. So sometimes he came back for a nibble. But he always kept an eye out for that reckless hunter.
Then one day another bear came walking through those lands. She had walked a very long way. She was looking for her baby bear. She had walked for years and years in search of her baby. And now that mama bear was feeling very hungry. That's when she spotted a fig tree up in the distance. She walked over to it. And as she walked, she thought how strange it was to see a fig tree in these lands. But she was happy, because they reminded her of home.
As she sat and ate some figs, another bear approached the tree.
Her baby!
The two bears hugged beneath the tree. They ate as many figs as they could, and headed back home together. Neither one of them ever saw that reckless hunter again. But as they walked off through the forest, they stepped over a hunter's cap that was smoking slightly on the ground.
