Photo Courtesy of Wendy Rosson
“My name is Bear and this is my story: Five years ago my daddy took his nephews turkey hunting. Well, you know little boys get hungry, so they drove down the mountain to get some lunch. When they drove around the bend they saw me just sitting there all alone on the side of the road. I was cold, wet, and very hungry, and I didn’t have a home anymore.
I was hoping they would stop, but they drove by, just like all the other cars had. After a while, the same car drove back up the road, and it stopped! There were two boys in that car and they had food. They fed me a hamburger and some chicken and put me in their warm car and brought me home with them. When Mommy came home and saw me, Daddy told her that he had thought I was a little bear cub sitting in the road, and that’s how I got my name. I sure did get lucky that day because I have the best family in the whole world now and I never have to worry about being alone ever again. My mommy, Wendy Rossan, says that she is thankful every day that her late husband found me and brought me home that day!”