Grace Under Pressure

I was a

Very happy miner   49er 

Panning for gold

my beloved dog

circling me playing

then a guttural roar

a heart wrenching yelp

my dog in the jaws

of six hundred pound eating machine

Even though there was gold dust in it

I threw my pan at it

it was making a meal of my dog

I saw red in my mind

and on the ground

Then  everything switched off

No fear 

No sadness

All

Except my plan

Grabbed a rock

Not too big and not

too small..And  a handful of

flat rocks

I knew he would come for me

I was going to kill it...

I Crossed the creek fast

and climbed up a tree

An hour had gone by

the soon to be dead beast

lumbered over crossing the creek

I threw a flat rock at

and hit it..

It was on !!!!

it charged up to the tree I was in

And stood up

It had to be all of seven feet tall

It roared ....I could smell the

blood from my dog and there was

white foam dripping from its mouth

I took the rock

and threw it in its throat

it started to gasp and  choke

its eyes were bulging out

this brought me great joy

I took my knife out

and plunged it deep

into its brain-pan

THUD it went down

This miner 49er  had bear steaks.....

<Moral of the story fear nothing>