(After hours of walking through what seemed to be an endless, towering forest, you happen upon a small picturesque cottage. Smoke is rising from its chimney, and you can smell something delicious coming from inside. Suddenly, as you are approaching the cottage, the door swings open. A large, matronly brown bear steps out, carrying an oversized pie. She is about to place the pie on her windowsill before she catches a glimpse of you.)

Oh! A visitor! Hold on Dear, I’ll be right with you.