Master of the taiga

In the forest, the Bear attacked the Man,
Dragging Bunny out of the snare,
The man almost bagged it.
And there's Bear!
The man spat in frustration,
He tossed the bag aside, took up his rifle.
Shot and missed. Holy shit!
And that Bear hit the Man,
And began to squeeze and crush his sides,
Looks like he's getting pretty pissed off,
And then Bunny appeared before him,
And a jump-da-skip by the muzzle.
I distracted the squinty-eyed man's attention
With your insolence.
He loosened his grip.
And dumped the Man. I wanted to call him to order
A tomboy bunny.
Followed him in his wake.
In the meantime, our Man woke up,
Found the gun and reloaded.
He fired a shot and hit Bear.
And the Hare ran away. Yeah, screw him! It's no big deal!
Isn't bear meat a food?
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The outcome in these cases
not every time:
It's not uncommon for the Bear
breaks men!