The two boys walked down the dusty path. It was a hot summer day in the American midwest, and dry earth billowed through the air as the sun beat mercilessly down upon them.
At long last they had arrived at the village. A quaint town, seemingly lost in a bygone era. Old fashioned radio antennas were ubiquitous, as were aluminum siding and little white picket fences.
There was a large white house the biggest on the street, and the boys, feeling tired and famished, ran up to it. Perhaps some nice folks were inside. But as they turned to walk up the driveway, they discovered something lying on the ground - honey, and two whole salmon! To their horror they realized that the village was not a village, but a bear!
Screaming in terror, the boys ran as fast as they could as the bear gave chase. It roared as it pounded after them, shaking the very ground.
One boy, shrieking, was grabbed by the bear and devoured. This distracted the bear long enough for the other boy to escape. For days he wandered the desert, until at last a park ranger found his dehydrated body collapsed by a large rock. After several weeks in the hospital, he made a full recovery.
He would go on to become a milkman.