Ginger and the Bears.

Ginger after the bear's visit.

 Yesterday a Bear walked right past my face. 

I was holding Ginger, and out of the corner of my eye, through the window, I see black fur. Is that a dog? I asked myself. Then I see the cub. And the face. The bear's face looked like a burnt tan. Her cub's face, though, was a bright gold. However, the part of her face I noticed most about her as she looked through the window was her eyes. They were a prehistoric, dinosaur-like golden brown. She only looked through for about a second, then kept walking. Ginger barely reacts.  

It was thrilling while it lasted.