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We all have those days. Those moments when life throws us a curve-ball. When our minds begin to twist and turn. Where our reality is broken before our very eyes. This was one of those days. Just before arriving home with my family, something hit me. Something inside me snapped. My wife and I had lived comfortably in our home for the past 17 years we recently had a child who was growing up so fast. I felt like only seconds had passed by and he was already walking and talking. I shiver and fear knowing he might one day become the man I am today. My wife Melissa was always so caring, looking out for me and our child. Every night after a family walk, she'd have ready for us three bowls of piping hot spaghett. It was a recipe she came up with herself and its flavors never cease to amaze me and my boy. She made it every afternoon. She'd leave it out on the wooden table I saw it and put together myself in the summer of 1924 to let it cool. It smelled so wonderful, especially against the fire that crackled inside the brick fireplace. Everything great in my life was due to her. The curtains on the window, the green vest with a large button I wore every day. She knitted it all herself. I didn't deserve her. Not some little grizzly bear like me. I learned to cope with a lot of my problems. I was learning to get off my honey addiction. I was even getting a little better at snagging fish out of the river. Sure, I say it was getting a little fuzzy from age, but I could catch one every now and then. Melissa and I hadn't seen a forest fire in weeks. and the weather was clearing up. Things were finally looking up for us. Things were finally looking up for me, but today something was off. It was the smell in the air it smelled tampered with. As if little fairies were twisting the smell of the air with spells and magic. I had been trying therapy medication everything I could but I couldn't cope with my anger and depression any longer. The smell in the air had got to me. I had become a monster. My family rushed to our house to go inside. I followed behind possessed by the demon inside me. I was the last to walk inside the house. And the moment I opened that door, I was someone I could no longer control. The sight of the noodles took over my soul and for a moment I could see the angry ferocious sharptooth grizzly I had tried so hard to overcome. Melissa knew it too. I could see it in her eyes, that whore. The truth of the matter is I've been wanting to leave Melissa for months. She had certainly been flirting with Yogi last Monday. She's probably been cheating on me with him too. I can't trust her, that black bear bitch. And my son Timmy, he sat there shocked fear in his eyes. The only thing left that was precious to me. He stood there in disbelief that his father's true form. What a bear I had become. A pathetic angry and bitter grizzly bear. In this moment of anguish, I saw my life flash before my eyes. In five years, Melissa would divorce me for Yogi. In eight years, Timmy would get hunted by a human shot by a Remington shotgun and in ten years, Well, I don't think I'll make it that long. I looked down at my spaghett, channeling all my pain and emotion into the saucy bowl of noodles. I looked back at my wife and kid. I couldn't bear telling them what I was truly feeling inside. I opened my mouth. And instead of saying what I really wanted to, I said in utter defeat, "Somebody. toucha. my spaghett."