THESE three guys – Bill, Dave and Ed – are out fishing, and when they get back to their truck they see it’s surrounded by three bears.
“Okay guys, I figure the only way to get to the truck is to really get them mad,” Bill says. “Then they’ll move away from the truck and we can go home. So, Ed, you take the one on the left, the little cub with the broken leg, and I’ll take the one in the middle, the little cub with one eye and a hurt paw. Dave, you take the one on the right, the huge mother grizzly bear with blood-encrusted claws, the big teeth, and froth around her mouth.”
“Hey, wait a sec!” Dave protests. “I’m supposed to get this monster mad, but you guys get the cubs? That’s not fair!”
“Now, now, Dave,” Bill replies. “We all have our bears to cross.” B Grylls, email