Tyler Fugazzie

I was wearing one of those “bear-proof” suits, a bulky, foamy sectional body armor with a blueish-gray chest piece and red limb protectors and a red helmet. I looked like a squishy Iron Man. I spit blood onto the ground as the bear crawled away. 

Two days later, I waited at the top of the green hill again. This time, I had my little furry friends attached to my suit. They were there to bite and pinch and scratch. 

We saw the grizzly in the distance. We sent ourselves, a living fluffy blobby shield, racing towards vengeance.