Whatever was beyond the kitchen walls, it sounded big, and there was only one beast in the mountains that size that could be remotely interested in the metal garbage container located there: Bears. Whatever flavor of hulking furball had taken interest she hadn't the foggiest, but she was well aware that they were the reason both padlocks and thick bars secured down the metal lids.
One nine year-old in blue jeans, with brown hair cut in the shape of a down turned bowl, darted around and behind her outstretched fingers. She hissed her displeasure and took in a breath to properly snarl at the wayward child. She turned her head, only instead of seeing a living body, her stomanch dropped to the floor as she saw the renewed swinging of the kitchen door.
Gale did the only thing that sprang to mind: she turned to first child before her.
"Who was that?" She hissed
"Who?"
"Tell me who just went by me."
"I think that was Joey." Another answered.
Gale rose her voice and swept her arms in a grand gesture.
"Right. All of you. Listen up. Stay put." She was amazed that she kept both the snarl and the panic out of her voice. She turned about, confident that the children would obey her by how wide their eyes had opened at her sharp tone, and swept past the swinging door.
She hear a loud pig like grunt as soon as she entered the kitchen, and the flimsy brick wall felt far too thin a barrier to keep a child safe from a bear's hungry jaws.
Said child crouched low by the door, clutching a brightly colored paper bag to his? her? chest. The unfortunate choice of haircut made gender difficult to figure. One tiny hand fisted tight and hovered over a small pile: To Gale it looked suspiciously like it was made up of the dull brown kibble they fed the old mutt.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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