Ethan ran through the house with his Luke Skywalker light saber in hand as I relaxed on the sofa in the living room. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looked up, pointed at the second floor and said, “Bear.”
“There’s a bear up there?” I asked, wanting to be sure that I understood.
“Yeah,” he replied.
He picked up his little broom from the floor and brought it to me. “C’mon, Pa,” he said.
We walked to the bottom of the stairs and stood motionless, waiting to see if the bear was moving about. Hearing nothing, I said, “Let’s find the bear.” And we scampered up the steps on all fours.
At the top landing we stopped again. We listened and looked around – we were very quiet so as not to give away our position. I motioned toward the guest bedroom and we proceeded with caution.
And there it was, lying on the bed, disguised as a big pillow. “Let’s get him,” I yelled.
I ran forward and hit the bear with the broom. Ethan whacked it with his light saber. Working as a team, we gave the bear a proper thrashing.
