A bear was in my front room.
A large one, for a bear I mean. It was sitting on the broken remains of my couch. Now sure, just the previous night I was looking to buy a new one, but that didn't mean I was happy my old one was destroyed.
I weighed my options, and decided that if I risked running next door, the bear might be gone by the time authorities arrived. So instead I silently grabbed my phone next to the bear.
Then I noticed that I in fact had a dead bear in my front room.
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