Kamoi was hungry. She had not had a good meal in days. She hadn't eaten since that man had died under the rock slide. That funny, flashy green round pronged thing that had been beside him had given her indigestion.

A hunter, Phil Bog goes into the woods after his friend, who's been missing in the high Sierra now for a week. He's carrying a pack with twenty-seven days of food, a first aid kit, a pistol, and a rifle. Now, in hopes of finding his friend and bringing him home is going into these mountains that look like sharks jaws and then coming out. That is going to be hard for him, just like putting your head into a lion's mouth, getting your head in is fine, it's just bringing it back out that's hard. Also most of the people who go in never come out, the ones that do come out tell of a strange castle.

Kamoi found out why she had that indigestion two weeks ago. She had, had a short affair with a male in the spring. Now she had the cubs; with their short fluffy fur spraying out as if hit by a lightning bolt. Having those little cute balls of fur was work. Kamoi was hungry. She had to have something to eat.

Now, Kamoi's home was the weirdest part of this story, or really how it came to be. First a sapling grew into a large tree. Then the tree grew for about three-hundred twenty years. Then, lightning struck it on the day of its three-hundred thirty third year. The green and red bolt that struck did not however come from the heavens. It came from the castle: the medieval looking castle up on the opposite mountain and about three-hundred feet higher up. The result of that bolt was to kill the tree and to make a key; a key to the future of the Earth, to immortality. Now, Kamoi's home was formed from the sole ponderosa sapling that grew from the burnt nurse log as the sapling grew the log rotted and formed a hollow that was about as wide and long as a car, and as high as a full grown man. Her home smelled of cinnamon and mint which had grown around the tree long enough to cover all but the hole to the hollow.

When Kamoi found her present home, she was walking through the woods by the creek looking for a fish she had stowed in a hollow tree trunk. A raccoon had been to the tree trunk just a few minutes prior and was frantically dragging its catch to its home. The raccoon had seen the bear coming. Unfortunately for the raccoon Kamoi had seen him going behind a bush and had come to investigate. When she had gone to the place she had last seen the raccoon he wasn't there. Just then, she caught a whiff of the fish and charged right through the bush. She hadn't expected it to be dark behind the bush. She had stumbled into a hollow. That night she had a new home, a fish and some raccoon meat.

Kamoi was walking through the woods about three weeks after Phil Bogs had come into the high sierra. As Kamoi was walking in the woods Phil Bogs was walking the other way. Phil walked about twenty paces into the woods when he saw Kamoi. Kamoi, in turn, saw him. Phil ran very fast in the other direction. Kamoi thought about going the other way too, after all humans carry guns. Then something inside her jumped at the chance to kill, to feed. The smell of his sweat was enthralling and gave her a feeling of lightness. She had the taste of the chase in her throat, like a tiger ready to leap. A strange feeling with a thought by itself came over her like a sudden mountain breeze blowing through her heart, her soul, her mind. The only thoughts left to her were the cubs and the chase, so she chased.

The dumb human had a head start but she had her strength to snap that up with. Phil was running for no good reason he thought just then. After all he had a gun, and the gun is the end all tell all. No stupid bear could stop him for he was a man, a hunter and gatherer. Unfortunately for Phil both of them thought similar thoughts right that second. Phil turned around and shot at Kamoi's neck and Kamoi leapt into the air in a vicious lunge. Phil's bullet found it's mark as a red dot about the size of a nickel appeared on Kamoi's neck. The bullet only bothered Kamoi minutely. As the red blotch grew, Kamoi slowed down dramatically. Just as she got to Phil another shot rang out like the bells of the Roman cathedrals and half of Kamoi's ear flew twenty feet. That was it and she fell to the ground crushing the life out of Phil Bog.

Three days later Kamoi came back with Phil's body hanging from her mouth. No sounds came from her hallow except the sound of rotting. The cubs were gone, only fur remained.This bear's cubs will be avenged. Revenge!