One morning, as she stepped out onto the porch, she noticed something dark moving by the door. When she came closer, she saw a small bear cub — dirty, skinny, with an injured paw. It whimpered softly, trembling from cold and fear.

The woman couldn’t just walk past. She lifted the tiny creature into her arms, held it close, and whispered:
— Don’t be afraid, everything will be all right now.

The grandmother nursed it back to health, fed it from a bowl, wrapped it in a blanket, and talked to it as if it were human.