By Scott Bogart
The man took one last swig of whiskey, backed the fire, then laid down and went to sleep. Roscoe usually curled up next to him, but he’d recently developed the annoying habit of licking dinner remnants from the man’s beard while he slept. This resulted in the man leashing Roscoe to a nearby tree for the night.
One hour later, Roscoe whimpered and barked in a desperate attempt to wake the sleeping man. The man muttered and cursed, then resumed his snoring. Then the licking started again.
“Dammit, Roscoe!”
Behind the tree, Roscoe cowered. He’d never seen a bear that big.
I agree with L J’s ?. I believe the bear would have eaten Rosco rather than lick the man’s beard.
Hi Scott! The bear didn’t just lick the man’s beard, he ate him while Roscoe watched. At least that’s what I intended to convey.
Paul
I like this …. Maybe the man had honey in his beard if we’re being pedantic.
Well done Scott
Thanks Stella! The beard was the bear’s appetizer before he devoured the man.
I missed it on the first read but got it on the second. Well done!
Thanks, Pete!
Loved it. ‘Crying wolf’ is what it’s all about.
Thank you! Exactly
Fun read.
Thank you, Ed!