It is traditionally custom to make to drop a trail of pebbles or mix when making a trip into the woods, in order to find your way back. Though today wasn't traditional, not for Jellystone Park. Rather than rocks or trail mix, the forest floor was decorated the bloody of man.

A foot here, a hand there and up ahead a young man crying in pain as he tried to free his foot from a beartrap.

'All this for a hunting trip!' The boy thought, struggling to open the trap, 'And I wanted to go to the mall, Dad!'

He grit his teeth as he struggled, cutting his fingers as he grasped the teeth of it. Using all his strength to open, which was agonizing for it had already pierced into flesh, now having to pull out. As he finally got it open, he shifted his crippled foot away from the trap, wounds bleeding profusely. He began to crawl in tears and pain.

But unfortunately, two dark shadows stood before him. Blocking out the the light of hope at the end of the tunnel. And these weren't angels nor demons, least not in the religious sense.

No, they were bears. Standing upright, wearing the bloodstained clothes of a hunter and wielding guns. The big one had a shotgun craned over its shoulder. The little one has a revolver in its paw.

"We got another one over here, Yogi." The little one spoke, "Looks like it's in pain."

"Well, Boo-Boo." 'Yogi' chuckled, "You know what the merciful thing to do is."

'Boo-Boo' as the little one was called, approached the hurting human. Slowly brought the revolver up, aimed for his head. The young one's eyes widen as he realized his fate.

"GOD, PLEASE NO!" He cried in mercy, only to met with the bang of the gun. Blood and skull fragments spurting out onto the Woodlands.

A hummingbird flutters down to take a sip of the spilt blood, only to reject it upon taste, flying away. Yogi chuckled at the sight.

(Later, at Ranger Smith's Cabin...)

Our two now seat at a picnic table. It bore the essentials: A basket, some utensils and some condiment jars. But the food on display was not processed nor of animals. It was the raw flesh and pieces of man, killed recently.

Boo-Boo nibbled on the severed fingers. Didn't seem fond of the taste, but steadied on to acquire such. Yogi, on the other hand, kept adding slices of flesh to his sandwich as if it were simply the baloney from before.

"Yogi, are we bad people?" Boo-Boo asked, wiping his clean and revealing a concerned frown.

"Hmm, It's a matter of perspective, really." Yogi strives to say with his mouth full.

"From these men's perspective?" Boo-Boo asked, gesturing at all that was on the table.

"Definitely." Yogi stated, "But for us, it was self-defense, they were trying to kill us first."

"True." Boo-Boo couldn't argue with that logic, "Guess everything else is salt on wound."

"Speaking of salt, we got any?" Yogi asked, "These hunters are kinda bland."

"No, but here's some jelly." Boo-Boo said, passing him a jar.

"Thanks, Boo-Boo." Yogi obliged him.

"I just feel about what happened to Ranger Smith is all." Boo-Boo forlorn, "He swore he didn't know about the hunting season."

"Remember, Boo-Boo." Yogi suddenly got serious, "I'm smarter than the average bear. I know when I'm being lied to."

"Still, I wish it didn't have to end up the way it did." Boo-Boo frowned, his eyes swaying over to the blood-soaked ranger's cap on the cabin's porch.

"Just realize that from now on, we'll make sure that hunting season doesn't ever carry out again." Yogi said, trying to cheer his friend up, though continuing to shove more of the 'food' in his mouth.

"Like today?" Boo-Boo asked, not sounding too thrilled about the idea.

"Like today." Stated Yogi, carrying on with his feasting of the flesh.

Boo-Boo stared at Yogi for a solid minute. As if he were processing it all in his head. His eyes sway back at the cap at the cabin. Then his focus returned to the bear in front of him.

Boo-Boo whipped out his revolver, delivering one shot after another, emptying each and every bullet into his friend. He only stopped after a few tries were met with empty clicking. As well as the sight of his fallen friend.

Yogi laid on the forest floor, bleeding from his wounds, each making a straight line from his stomach to his gullet. The sight definitely wasn't pretty with Yogi still having a mouth full of the swallowed flesh. His body seem to gasp for its final breath, although it was clearly smothered by the mouth full. It wasn't long before it simply gave in.

"The merciful thing, right Yogi?" Boo-Boo asked the cadaver. A friend put down for his good. Boo-Boo shed a tear at the sight of it.

The End.