The bears gave chase to the girl and stopped suddenly. The sound went abruptly from the loud roar of the winds to the eerily soft sounds of the leaves blowing. They could see the girl’s figure get further and further away from them. She didn’t notice them stop due to the heavy sounds of the leaves crunching beneath her feet.
They decided to stealthily follow her from above, so they clambered onto the trees and began their long journey out of the woods. Of course, bears weren’t the most graceful animals so there were quite a lot of leaves raining down from the swinging acrobatics they completed to not be so obvious. The girl’s heart was racing and her adrenaline pumping, and she was so far detached from her surroundings in her moments of flight that she never glanced back.
Her house was right next to the wooded trees and the guileless girl ran straight into her home, not bothering to conceal where she lived.
“She broke into our home,” the youngest whispered.
“And now we will break into her’s,” the father justified, and the mother nodded stiffly.
Together, they rounded the house to the back and tried out the door to no avail. The mother bear frantically glanced around before noticing a window left ajar. She gestured to the others before the two parents decided to lift their young. The baby of the family crawled through the window and into the kitchen sink. Thankfully, it was empty. Unfortunately, the rest of the kitchen was not.
The golden-haired girl was standing next to the stove with a glass of water in her hands. Her eyes were wide in horror and her hands trembled, unable to keep hold of the glass. The glass plunged to the floor and scattered into a million pieces. The sunlight streaming into the room through the window reflected off of the pieces and onto the walls, surrounding them in an angelic haze.
The girl finally screamed, and the youngest bear suddenly filled up with rage. How dare she feel this way at an intruder when she had only broken into his home just this afternoon? The bear stepped forward while the pretty girl took a step back.
She suddenly twirled around and high-tailed it towards the back door, only to open it and find two much bigger and nastier bears, growling. She was so close; she could see all of their teeth. The drool dripped from their lips like the thick porridge she had stolen and eaten in their home just earlier.
She stumbled back and her throat suddenly felt dry, as if she had been mute her entire life. There was no sound in the air except for the large vibrations of the growls that shook the walls. Her parents weren’t home. She was all alone. She was going to get attacked and maybe she deserved it, but she learned her lesson. She swore she did.
She grabbed the nearest item to her, which was a spatula and swung at the biggest bear’s head. The spatula only seemed to irate the bear further. The golden-haired girl stumbled two steps back before all she saw was into the long throat and heard a ferocious roar before everything went black.