When I was eight, I passed Yunlin Mountain with my dad.
It was a winter day with snow falling thick and fast.
Three meters away stood a tall, white figure. I thought I heard him calling to me.
I was just about to answer when Dad hurriedly clamped a hand over my mouth, his face full of fear.
Then he scooped me up and ran for his life. He didn't remove his hand from my mouth until we got home!
The door closed, and my mom looked at the two of us gently.
Dad took a few deep breaths, still shaken, and said, "Honey, a wh-wh-white polar bear! I saw a polar bear that could imitate people..."
