There was a guy once, who lived in the Canadian wilderness, who made something of an enemy of a particularly grumpy bear. It used to follow him, usually from a distance, when he was out in the woods. Once or twice it even sat outside his house (one of those log cabin jobs). Allegedly it followed him for something like five years, until one day the guy was heading back to his truck after going fishing. He was pretty exhausted and especially upset; he'd lost sleep and the bear had been (to his mind) more aggressive and adventurous. And on this day, in his somewhat dazed state, he'd left his keys on the jetty.
The bear was behind him before he'd even finished searching his pockets. His truck was right in front of him and he knew it'd provide enough of a measure of protection to save his life, but half a ton of fur and teeth and muscle was sat between him and the keys.
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