Bears · Sunday May 31, 2009 by Julie
Bob (not his real name) was on one of the Aleutian Islands about 20 years ago. Bears wandered in and out of town. Every morning there was another bear story.
One guy said, “I was walking home one night from a party, kind of a little bit drunk. So, I get home and fall into bed. In the middle of the night I wake up and I hear snoring, so I think, ‘One of the guys from the party’s crashed out on the floor,’ and I go back to sleep. So, the next morning I wake up and there’s still that snoring but nobody’s in the room. I reach under the bed for my shoes and there’s a bear under it. So, I left the house without shoes, pants, or shirt.”
The townsfolk told Bob how to talk to the bears.
“How do you do that?” I asked.
“Oh, you sing to them. Little ditties. They stop, and listen, and then you both go on your way.”
