From his perch stop the outhouse, Charlie Bear waited for the man.

It had been nearly twenty minutes ago since he had climbed up the back side of his perch. The man was already inside the tiny house. Charlie wasn't sure what the man was doing in there and that peaked his curiosity.

"Why in the world would anyone want to spend time in that small place?" Charlie asked himself.

Just before the man approached the building Charlie had stuck his nose into the round opening, and quickly withdrew it. It smelled like something had died in that hole. So Charlie quickly backed away from it.

Just as he was about to turn away from this awful place he caught a whiff of the man's scent.

His father had warned Charlie about the dangers associated with a man. "Son," his father had said. "Stay clear of those men creatures. They bring nothing but trouble."

Charlie would do that for sure, he didn't want any trouble from this man.

Was the bear still up there? The man did not know. He hadn't heard anything from the bear for a good while. Not a growl, a roar, or even sounds of any movement from...