A Great Escape from the Bear's Jaws

When I was eight, I passed Yunlin Mountain with my dad. It was winter, and snow was falling heavily. Three meters away stood a tall, white figure. I thought I heard it calling me. Just as I was about to answer, Dad quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, his face filled with terror. Then he scooped me up and ran for it. He didn’t let go of my mouth until we got home! The door closed, and Mom looked at the two of us tenderly. Dad took a few deep breaths, still shaken, and said, “Honey, a white... white giant panda! I saw a giant panda that could imitate people...”