There is trouble in Bear Country.
The Runt came running down the admin hall before sunup this morning yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Get up, Get up. They took our fuel, They took our fuel!“

I jumped off the couch and tackled him in the hallway.

“Ok, we get the point.” I yelled back as I grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to calm him down. “Who took our fuel?”

Madie