My brother and I were born early in the morning in spring. A couple of days later I was eating grasses by the water and my brother came up to me and told me that he wanted to go for a swim in the lake. While we were swimming, this brown bear came out and started to chase after us. I was close to the shore, so I got out of the water right away. My brother was not so lucky. The bear jumped into the water and caught my brother and killed him.

I ran over to my mother. When the bear came near my mother dragging my brother, she started to threaten him. It was not a very big bear, and my mother kicked the bear in the face really hard and it took off. After that everything was pretty much okay except I didn't have a brother to play with anymore.

My mom kicked me out when I was one year old. Soon after that I started to grow antlers. When I went over to the water and saw my reflection, I was real glad that I was still alive.

I mostly hung around lakes and marshes because there was a lot of food in those places. A couple of times bears tried to chase me, but they were too far away to catch me.

In the winter it was more dangerous because it was hard to run away when you were in deep snow. But then there were no bears. The worst thing about winter was that there was hardly anything to eat because the snow covered all the food. Some of the very old moose died because they were too old to walk in the deep snow to find food.

When I was five I was walking around in this big lake during fall time. I dipped into the water to get some food, and when I came up I heard this strange noise. Then these strange animals came out of the trees into the open. They were wearing some kind of fur that looked like leaves and branches, and they were carrying these freaky looking shiny sticks with them. They started to make noises like cow moose, so I started to swim towards them. As I got closer, they lifted the sticks to their shoulders. Then I heard this thunder. A split second later there was a big splash right in front of me. I turned around and started to swim back to the other shore. They shot again, but they were too bum a shot. When I got to shore I ran to a portage that a hungry brown bear had made when chasing a moose. I ran through the portage up to the tundra where one of those funny looking animals with sticks shot me in the antler. Then one of them shot me in the left buttock. I was still running, but I was getting pretty tired and I started to slow down.

When I reached some timbers, I stopped and looked back. I didn't see the strange animals any more, so I lay down and rested. My rear end was very sore. The bullet was not very far in the flesh, and I was not bleeding any more, so I was thinking that the wound would heal in a couple of weeks. After resting for awhile, I got up and looked around. I saw two bushes crawling towards me on the tundra, but I thought that I was imagining things because I had lost so much blood. When the bushes grew taller, though, I saw that they were those strange animals that had shot me in the buttocks, and I took off running through the trees. Those animals must have really wanted to kill me because they'd come this far to get me. I thought that if I kept on running, maybe they would give up and turn back, so I kept going. But soon I got tired of running and I stopped to rest. It was a fatal mistake because in ten minutes the hunters had already caught up again. I stood up to run away, but they shot me in the neck, and it was all over!