On the way to Tibet, my best friend found a bear cub and insisted on taking it home as a pet.
I recognized it at once as a Tibetan brown bear that ate people, and urged my friend to leave the cub behind.
She didn’t take me seriously. She pulled out some beef jerky to feed it and even wanted a close-up photo with the cub.
While we were taking the picture, the cub suddenly attacked her. To save my friend, I fought the Tibetan brown bear with a weapon, but the enraged cub turned on me.
The moment my friend was rescued, she ran back to the car and locked the doors. I used every ounce of strength I had to get back to the car and begged her to let me in, but she drove straight into me, knocking me to the ground.
“Su Weiwei, don’t blame me. If you get in, we’ll all die.”
The mother bear rushed over, jaws wide, and slowly began to devour me. My friend and the others watched coldly from inside the car.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my friend said she wanted to take the Tibetan brown bear home as a pet.
You want to raise a bear cub? Fine, I’ll make sure you get your wish.
