For A Bear, Barely There
He crawled inside to hibernate and reach his goal of losing weight. He missed the spring, the summer, fall . . . having eaten not at all. Another winter swirled outside, so he— with overbearing pride—
lay right back down and barely sighed. At least, he thought before he died, I tried.
— Jane Yolen, co-author of Last Laughs: Animal Epitaphs
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