Friday, January 2, 2015
Molasses was everywhere. We were very sticky. Waking up in such a sticky, molasses filled room is disturbing at the best of times, but when you have just been reincarnated as a kangaroo baby, it can be simply too much to bear. When a bear started to run toward us, roaring in hunger, I thought I may have a heart attack. But the bear too was stuck in the molasses, unable to move, and his roars of hunger became sad, confused whimpers. We stared into each others eyes, and that special moment was a watershed in bear / baby kangaroo relations. We were truly the same.