The simple fact that they were bear tracks was enough to make me nervous. I could see by how deep the tracks were that the animal must be very large, and the claw marks along the front of each paw looked to be quite substantial. One swipe would be enough to do me in.
Then again, I’d never really encountered footprints going across a cheesecake before. Was it headed back towards the salad dressing or off to the left, over by the egg cartons. I was afraid to find out.
I could, of course, close the door, causing the light to go out, but what would that do to my ability to track this animal? Being outweighed is one thing, but to encounter it in the dark is out of the question. I grabbed up a stick of butter in each hand. Should it get too close I’ll attempt to take away its traction. If it is slipping and sliding around, it’s focus will no longer be on just me, but on its ability to control its movements.
I glanced down at the
sticks of butter. It said Challenge
on the wrapper. How appropriate, I thought
to myself.
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