Bear Protector: A WILD Security Book

by Ruby Forrest

  What's more, there, till Christ call forward the dead, peacefully let him lie: No compelling reason to squander the stupid tear, Or hurl the breezy moan: The man had slaughtered the thing he adored, And so he needed to bite the dust. And all men murder the thing they cherish, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a severe look, Some with a complimenting word, The defeatist does it with a kiss, The overcome man with a sword!

  What's more, never a human voice draws close To talk a delicate word: And the eye that watches through the entryway Is barbarous and hard: And by all overlooked, we decay and spoil, With soul and body defaced. Also, accordingly we rust Life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And a few men revile, and a few men sob, And a few men make no groan: But God's unceasing Laws are thoughtful And break the cold demeanor.

  Maria smiled quietly and set the book down. She had a few more sips of her hot chocolate and felt the warmth flood her system. She liked this book. It got a little dark and sad at times, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. It reminded her of home, or her father and growing up. It reminded her a little of her mother too, and the thought was deeply comforting. With another sip of her drink, Maria returned her attention to the book in front of her.

  ***

  What's more, every human heart that breaks, In jail cell or yard, Is as that broken box that gave Its fortune to the Lord, And filled the unclean outsider's home With the aroma of costliest nard. Ok! cheerful day they whose hearts can break And tranquility of exonerate win! By what other method may man make straight his arrangement And rinse his spirit from Sin?

  Also, with tears of blood he washed down the hand, The hand that held the steel: For no one but blood can wipe out blood, And no one but tears can mend: And the red stain that was of Cain Became Christ's snow-white seal. In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of disgrace, And in it lies a pathetic man Eaten by teeth of fire, In consuming winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has no name.

  What's more, there, till Christ call forward the dead, peacefully let him lie: No compelling reason to squander the stupid tear, Or hurl the breezy moan: The man had slaughtered the thing he adored, And so he needed to bite the dust. And all men murder the thing they cherish, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a severe look, Some with a complimenting word, The defeatist does it with a kiss, The overcome man with a sword!

  By what other means however through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in? Furthermore, he of the swollen purple throat. Also, the obvious and gazing eyes, Waits for the blessed hands that took The Thief to Paradise; And a broken and a penitent heart The Lord won't disdain. The man in red who peruses the Law Gave him three weeks of life, Three little weeks in which to mend His spirit of his spirit's hardship, And wash down from each smudge of blood The hand that held the blade.

  Also, with tears of blood he washed down the hand, The hand that held the steel: For no one but blood can wipe out blood, And no one but tears can mend: And the red stain that was of Cain Became Christ's snow-white seal. In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of disgrace, And in it lies a pathetic man Eaten by teeth of fire, In consuming winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has no name.

  What's more, there, till Christ call forward the dead, peacefully let him lie: No compelling reason to squander the stupid tear, Or hurl the breezy moan: The man had slaughtered the thing he adored, And so he needed to bite the dust. And all men murder the thing they cherish, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a severe look, Some with a complimenting word, The defeatist does it with a kiss, The overcome man with a sword!

  ***

  Maria paused as the shower stopped running. She glanced over towards the bathroom door, thoughts swirling around in her head, the book forgotten for a moment. Honestly, Jack- Dean was a mystery to her. Not only with how he acted, but with what he said. He mentioned owing her father a favour, but that didn’t sound right to Maria.

  Her father was wealthy and getting on in years. He had never travelled out this way and she doubted Jack- Dean spent time in the city. Also, Jack- Dean was a few years older than her, dedicated to his life here and not the kind of man who seemed to want to owe anyone anything. So why did he say what he said?

  The thought bugged Maria, nagging at her mind, pulling at her thoughts in a distant and insistent hum. Why did he say that he owed her father anything? And why hadn’t her father mentioned it before, when he was talking to her about it? Maria sighed and looked at the door for a long, intense moment. She would have to ask Jack- Dean, would have to question him about him a little bit later. Maybe it wasn’t relevant at all, but it bugged her somehow and she wanted to know.

  Deciding that she would have to talk with him later, Maria turned her attention back to the book. She smiled quietly as she began to read, letting the book take her mind off the more challenging questions that she was facing.

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  There was a sure town wherein nobody lived all things considered rich workers, and only one poor one, whom they called the little laborer. He had not even a dairy animals, and still less cash to get one, but then he and his significant other did as such wish to have one. One day he said to her: 'Tune in, I have a smart thought, there is our talk the woodworker, he should make us a wooden calf, and paint it dark colored, so it would appear that some other, and in time it will absolutely get huge and be a dairy animals.' the lady likewise preferred the thought, and their prattle the craftsman cut and planed the calf, and painted it as it should be, and made it with its head hanging down as though it were eating. Next morning when the dairy animals were being driven out, the little worker called the cow crowd in and stated: 'Look, I have a little calf there, however it is still little and must be conveyed.' The cowherd stated: 'Good,' and took it in his arms and conveyed it to the field, and set it among the grass. The little calf dependably stayed standing like one which was eating, and the cowherd stated: 'It will soon keep running independent from anyone else, simply look how it eats as of now!' during the evening when he would drive the crowd home once more, he said to the calf: 'In the event that you can remain there and eat your fill, you can likewise go on your four legs; I couldn't care less to drag you home again in my arms.'

  But the little laborer remained at his entryway, and sat tight for his little calf, and when the dairy animals group drove the bovines through the town, and the calf was missing, he asked where it was. The cow group replied: 'It is as yet emerging there eating. It would not stop and accompany us.' But rather the little laborer stated: 'Gracious, yet I should have my monster back once more.' Then they backpedaled to the knoll together, yet somebody had stolen the calf, and it was no more. The bovine group stated: 'It more likely than not flee.' The laborer, be that as it may, stated: 'Don't reveal to me that,' and drove the cow crowd before the leader, who for his indiscretion sentenced him to give the worker a dairy animals for the calf which had fled. Furthermore, now the little worker and his significant other had the dairy animals for which they had so since quite a while ago wished, and they were generously happy, yet they had no nourishment for it, and could give it nothing to eat, so it soon must be slaughtered. They salted the substance, and the laborer went into the town and needed to offer the skin there, so he may purchase another calf with the returns. In transit he go by a factory, and there sat a raven with broken wings, and out of pity he took him and wrapped him in the skin. Be that as it may, as the climate developed so awful and there was a tempest of rain and wind, he could go no more distant, and swung back to the plant and asked for shield. The mill operator's better half was distant from everyone else in the house, and said to the laborer: 'Lay yourself on the straw there,' and gave him a cut of bread and cheddar. The worker ate it, and set down with his skin next to him, and the lady thought: 'He is drained and has rested.' In the interim came the parson; the mill operator's significant other gotten him well, and stated: 'My better half is out, so we will have a devour.'

  The laborer tuned in, and when he heard them discuss devouring he was vexed that h
e had been compelled to make move with a cut of bread and cheddar. At that point the lady served up four distinct things, cook meat, plate of mixed greens, cakes, and wine. Similarly as they were going to take a seat and eat, there was a thumping outside. The lady stated: 'Goodness, sky! It is my better half!' she rapidly concealed the meal meat inside the tiled stove, the wine under the cushion, the plate of mixed greens on the bed, the cakes under it, and the parson in the wardrobe on the patio. At that point she opened the entryway for her better half, and stated: 'Thank paradise, you are back once more! There is such a tempest, it looks as though the world were arriving at an end.' The mill operator saw the laborer lying on the straw, and asked, 'What is that kindred doing there?' 'Ah,' said the spouse, 'the poor fraud came in the tempest and rain, and asked for protect, so I gave him a touch of bread and cheddar, and demonstrated to him where the straw was.'

  The man stated: 'I have no complaint, however be speedy and make me a remark.' The lady stated: 'Yet I have only bread and cheddar.' 'I am satisfied with anything,' answered the husband, 'so far as I am concerned, bread and cheddar will do,' and took a gander at the worker and stated: 'Come and eat some more with me.' The worker did not require to be welcomed twice, but rather got up and ate. After this the mill operator saw the skin in which the raven was, lying on the ground, and asked: 'What have you there?' The worker replied: 'I have a seer inside it.' 'Would he be able to anticipate anything to me?' said the mill operator. 'For what reason not?' addressed the laborer: 'but rather he just says four things, and the fifth he minds his own business.' The mill operator was interested, and stated: 'Given him a chance to prognosticate something for once.' Then the worker squeezed the raven's head, with the goal that he croaked and made a clamor like krr, krr. The mill operator stated: 'What did he say?' The worker replied: 'in any case, he says that there is some wine covered up under the pad.' 'Favor me!' cried the mill operator, and went there and found the wine. 'Presently go on,' said he. The laborer influenced the raven to croak once more, and stated: 'In the second place, he says that there is some meal meat in the tiled stove.' 'Upon my assertion!' cried the mill operator, and went thither, and found the dish meat. The worker influenced the raven to forecast still more, and stated: 'Thirdly, he says that there is some plate of mixed greens on the bed.' 'That would be a fine thing!' cried the mill operator, and went there and found the serving of mixed greens.

  Being such a fan of animals, Maria often found herself more concerned about the animals, the raven and the cows, more than she was about the people in the story. She laughed to herself, knowing that was silly, but she couldn’t help it. The animals made such an important contribution to the story and she felt like that was overlooked, often overlooked.

  She held the book to herself, lost in thought. It would be so helpful if the bears could speak, could let her know exactly what was going on so that she could fix it. If only she could know, could help in some way.

  She wondered, idly, what a bear would sound like if it were able to speak and decided, with a quiet laugh, that it would probably sound like Jack- Dean. If a bear was human, Jack- Dean would probably embody that. She chuckled to herself and reminded herself not to say that out loud, in case he took serious offense.

  It was true though, with his large, intimidating stature, love of nature and low, intense voice. Smiling to herself, Maria turned back to the book.

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  Finally the laborer squeezed the raven yet again till he croaked, and stated: 'Fourthly, he says that there are a few cakes under the bed.' 'That would be a fine thing!' cried the mill operator, and looked there, and found the cakes. Furthermore, now the two sat down to the table together, however the mill operator's better half was alarmed to death, and went to quaint little inn all the keys with her. The mill operator would have preferred much to know the fifth, yet the little laborer stated: 'To start with, we will rapidly eat the four things, for the fifth is something terrible.' So they ate, and after that they bartered how much the mill operator was to give for the fifth prediction, until the point that they concurred on three hundred talers. At that point the worker again squeezed the raven's head till he croaked uproariously. The mill operator asked: 'What did he say?' The laborer answered: 'He says that the Devil is covering up outside there in the wardrobe on the yard.' The mill operator stated: 'The Devil must go out,' and opened the house-entryway; at that point the lady was compelled to surrender the keys, and the worker opened the storage room. The parson ran out as quick as possible, and the mill operator stated: 'It was valid; I saw the dark scalawag with my own particular eyes.' The worker, be that as it may, made off next morning by dawn with the three hundred talers. At home the little worker step by step jump started out; he fabricated a delightful house, and the laborers stated: 'The little worker has unquestionably been to where brilliant snow falls, and individuals convey the gold home in scoops.'

  Then the little worker was brought before the leader, and bidden to state from whence his riches came. He replied: 'I sold my dairy animals' skin in the town, for three hundred talers.' When the workers heard that, they too wished to appreciate this awesome benefit, and ran home, murdered every one of their bovines, and peeled off their skins keeping in mind the end goal to pitch them in the town to the best favorable position. The leader, nonetheless, stated: 'Yet my worker must go first.' When she went to the dealer in the town, he didn't give her in excess of two talers for a skin, and when the others came, he didn't give them so much, and stated: 'What would i be able to do with every one of these skins?' Then the laborers were vexed that the little worker ought to have in this manner outsmarted them, needed to get revenge on him, and blamed him for this unfairness before the major. The guiltless little worker was consistently condemned to death, and was to be moved into the water, in a barrel punctured brimming with openings. He was driven forward, and a minister was conveyed who was to state a mass for his spirit. The others were altogether obliged to resign to a separation, and when the worker took a gander at the minister, he perceived the man who had been with the mill operator's better half. He said to him: 'I set you free from the storage room, set me free from the barrel.' At this same minute up came, with a run of sheep, the very shepherd whom the laborer knew had for quite some time been wishing to be leader, so he cried energetically:

  'No, I won't do it; if the entire world demands it, I won't do it!' The shepherd hearing that, surfaced to him, and asked: 'What are you about? Would could it be that you won't do?' The worker stated: 'They need to make me chairman, in the event that I will however place myself in the barrel, yet I won't do it.' The shepherd stated: 'If just that is needful with a specific end goal to be leader, I would get into the barrel on the double.'

  The worker stated: 'On the off chance that you will get in, you will be leader.' The shepherd was eager, and got in, and the laborer close the best down on him; at that point he took the shepherd's rush for himself, and pushed it away. The parson went to the group, and proclaimed that the mass had been said. At that point they came and rolled the barrel towards the water. At the point when the barrel started to roll, the shepherd cried: 'I am very eager to be leader.' They trusted no generally than that it was the worker who was stating this, and replied: 'That is the thing that we plan, however first you might look about you somewhat down beneath there,' and they rolled the barrel down into the water. After that the laborers went home, and as they were entering the town, the little worker additionally came unobtrusively in, driving a run of sheep and looking very satisfied. At that point the workers were astounded, and stated: 'Laborer, from whence do you come? Have you left the water?' 'Yes, really,' answered the worker, 'I sank profound, where it counts, until finally I got to the base; I drove the hit rock bottom of the barrel, and crawled out, and there were pretty knolls on which various sheep were nourishing, and from thereupon I carried this run away with me.' Said the laborers: 'Are there any more there?'

  'Goodness, yes,' said he, 'more than I could need.' Then the laborers made u
p their brains that they too would get some sheep for themselves, a rush each, yet the chairman stated: 'I start things out.' So they went to the water together, and only at that point there were a portion of the little warm mists in the blue sky, which are called little sheep, and they were reflected in the water, whereupon the workers cried: 'We as of now observe the sheep down beneath!' The leader squeezed forward and stated: 'I will go down in the first place, and look about me, and if things guarantee well I'll call you.' So he bounced in; sprinkle! went the water; it seemed as though he were calling them, and the entire swarm dove in after him as one man. At that point the whole town was dead, and the little worker, as sole beneficiary, turned into a rich man.

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  Maria put down the book, feeling a sense of satisfaction, as well as a quiet ache. It was a hard book, and really, it was difficult to say who was really in the right. All that she could know for sure was the fact that, when it came down to it, it was important to pay attention to the animals!

  Maria didn’t get much more time to think about it. The bathroom door opened and Maria jumped as Jack- Dean stepped out. She turned her head and felt her heart catch at the sight in front of her. He was in casual slacks, and a dark t-shirt that clung to his body, showing off the curves of his muscles, the build that he hid beneath the surface. His hair was damp and clung to his skin and droplets of water rolled down his neck. Maria swallowed as the steam tumbled out behind him, warming the room even further.

  He looked good. Under the tense façade and the brusque nature, he was incredibly good looking, with intense, strong features, dark eyes, dark hair and a beautiful build. It struck Maria, quick suddenly, that he didn’t look like a grizzly bear, but a black bear, big and strong. She shivered and smiled, trying to push aside the desire and heat that was rising to her skin, rising within her body.