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The Callouses on Your Hands by Wild Bear
February 9th, 2010 4:15 PM
I have a long scar on my left shoulder. I received said scar around five years ago. The story behind this scar is a bit of a long one, but let me tell it to you.
One day, I was wondering in the swamps near the town I used to live in, as bears often wonder. In my wondering I came across a small turtle. He was stuck on his back, and seemed quite distressed. "Dear friend," I asked, "do you need any help getting back on your feet?"
"Oh yes!" He cried. "Oh, please, yes! I have been lying here on my back for quite some time, and I'm quite tired." So, being the bear I was, I helped him back onto his feet. Yet, still the turtle seemed displeased. "Could I bother you to help me get home?" He pleaded. "That struggle made me oh so tired, and I live quite a ways away, oh please dear kind bear, help a tiny turtle like myself?"
"Of course!" I boomed. How could he think I would refuse him, he seemed so tired, and most bears are raised to help those who need it. So, I promptly picked him up and placed him on my back. He directed me, and I walked in the direction his pond was in. We talked lightly about things on the way and it didn't take long for us to reach our destination. During our walk we had travailed out of the swamp, and into the woods. The turtle"s small pond was located in a beautiful little clearing, with a few rocks around it, but mostly just soft grass. The water in the pond was clearer than crystal, and minnows danced just beneath it's surface. "What a beautiful home you have, my small friend!" I announced. He smiled and said I was welcome at an time.and with that I set my new little friend down in his pond and said my goodbyes.
Little to my knowledge, we were being watched. As I walked away I heard the cries of a hungry hawk, attempting to gobble up my friend. I ran back to help my friend at full speed. Upon entering the clearing I saw my poor friend being pecked at. He was hidden in his hard shell, but with every strike of my foe's beak he became more vulnerable. I lunged, swiping at the hawk, and barely missing him. I stood over my friend as the hawk came down to strike him, but hit my left shoulder instead. He left a long gash, and the pain from my wound spread like venom through my body. Even though I hurt, I managed to make a counter swipe with my left paw. My large claws sank into the hawk like a hot knife would butter. He flew back into the trees and bothered us no more.
Even though I received a wound, and a scar, I was not sad. No, I was quite happy to have a scar. The mark on my left shoulder reminds me every day how much I am willing to go through for my friends, and that even in the face of great danger, and horrible pain, I will not abandon them.
One day, I was wondering in the swamps near the town I used to live in, as bears often wonder. In my wondering I came across a small turtle. He was stuck on his back, and seemed quite distressed. "Dear friend," I asked, "do you need any help getting back on your feet?"
"Oh yes!" He cried. "Oh, please, yes! I have been lying here on my back for quite some time, and I'm quite tired." So, being the bear I was, I helped him back onto his feet. Yet, still the turtle seemed displeased. "Could I bother you to help me get home?" He pleaded. "That struggle made me oh so tired, and I live quite a ways away, oh please dear kind bear, help a tiny turtle like myself?"
"Of course!" I boomed. How could he think I would refuse him, he seemed so tired, and most bears are raised to help those who need it. So, I promptly picked him up and placed him on my back. He directed me, and I walked in the direction his pond was in. We talked lightly about things on the way and it didn't take long for us to reach our destination. During our walk we had travailed out of the swamp, and into the woods. The turtle"s small pond was located in a beautiful little clearing, with a few rocks around it, but mostly just soft grass. The water in the pond was clearer than crystal, and minnows danced just beneath it's surface. "What a beautiful home you have, my small friend!" I announced. He smiled and said I was welcome at an time.and with that I set my new little friend down in his pond and said my goodbyes.
Little to my knowledge, we were being watched. As I walked away I heard the cries of a hungry hawk, attempting to gobble up my friend. I ran back to help my friend at full speed. Upon entering the clearing I saw my poor friend being pecked at. He was hidden in his hard shell, but with every strike of my foe's beak he became more vulnerable. I lunged, swiping at the hawk, and barely missing him. I stood over my friend as the hawk came down to strike him, but hit my left shoulder instead. He left a long gash, and the pain from my wound spread like venom through my body. Even though I hurt, I managed to make a counter swipe with my left paw. My large claws sank into the hawk like a hot knife would butter. He flew back into the trees and bothered us no more.
Even though I received a wound, and a scar, I was not sad. No, I was quite happy to have a scar. The mark on my left shoulder reminds me every day how much I am willing to go through for my friends, and that even in the face of great danger, and horrible pain, I will not abandon them.
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