The Commotion

The chirping of the birds, the baa and the bleating of the sheep and goat woke her up. She groaned and tried to open her eyes. The bed felt different. The mattress was thin, she could feel the bamboo underneath it. But somehow it was not uncomfortable. She blinked and looked at the ceiling, it was made of wood and was in the shape of a hut.

She shook her head to see clearly and found that she was not hallucinating, the house was real, the bed was real. That quiet and simple room was real. She yawned and sat up. She looked around and nothing was familiar. Where was she? Suddenly she heard a man talking. She knew that voice. It belonged to the man who wanted to kill the bear.