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“Mommy, are all people bad?”
“No, sweetie. Please don’t ever think that. Not all people are bad. Many are good and kind, caring for others like us.” Sighing, she scratched her tummy. “Only a handful of them are bad. They’re those who are only happy when they’d inflicted harm on others. Do you understand that?”
Nodding, she asked again. “Mommy, are we bad?”
“No, sweetie!” The mother gasped. “We are not bad. We just want to live peacefully, to protect our own, that’s all.”
The little bear rubbed her mother’s blood-spattered, pregnant belly. “Is that why you killed those hunters?”