Star Angel

It was a cold, winter night. The wind blew fiercely in the little town of Bearsville. The bears were gathered around their warm, cozy fireplace and grandma told stories of old times. The bears were delighted by grandma's stories. They always seem magical and yet real at the same time. It was grandma's gift. In the kitchen, mom baked cookies that sent a wonderful smell to the two young bears noses. "Mmmmm", said Terry, as she tilted her head upward and took a deep breath. "Those cookies smell so good", replied Billy. "Can we have one", both of them called out to mom. Before she could answer, there was a loud THUMP that came from outside. All of them sat in confusion. What could it have been? Everyone sat in silence, unsure whether to take a peek or resume back to what they were doing. After a minute or two, thinking it was just a tree limb that fell, everyone went about their business. Grandma began her story again. "Now children, in the old days, when i was a little bear, I went on a journey with my papa. We went to a place where their was said to be weird looking creatures, creatures that looked funny and very unusual. I saw them once. The creatures had hardly any fur and they walked on two legs. The weirdest thing is that they didn't talk like us at all. They wore fabrics that covered them from head to toe and oddly they feared us as much as we feared them. It was a complete shock for my papa and I."