June 26 Last night when I was reading before the fire, a strange noise on the porch outside announced an unexpected visitor. When I looked up from the page, I came face to face with a bear looking in the window. It stood on its back legs, only a thin pane of glass between us. I grabbed the fire poker and ran up into the loft ( 阁楼 ), pulling the ladder up behind me. The bear must have been as frightened of me as I was of him because I heard him dash off the porch. I waited a while, went quickly back down to put out the lamp, then back up again. I kept the ladder upstairs all night and slept badly, thinking the bear would be back any minute. July 9 The bear or bears were back last night. They didn't get the little food I had left, but they did clamber about on the porch. I discovered claw marks on the wooden board that I had fixed over the window... July 12 ...I ran into a bear cub this afternoon. On my way to the car we just crossed each other's path. I could have reached out and stroked him. In fact, this was my first reaction, he looked so friendly and cuddly ( 让人 想 拥抱的 ). Fortunately, I knew better, one thing I learnt from a Disney film: never play with a bear cub because the mama is always nearby. She was. I saw her cross the creek and move up the hill as I ran to the car and shut the door behind me ... (265 words)