“Reminiscing over his breakfast of grapefruit, the bishop found it almost impossible to believe that he remembered such a strange phenomenon as a gypsy boy and a dancing bear. […]Surely, that was not in his lifetime?
It was, perhaps, in another century, was it not? the poor old bishop worried. Was it in a dream that the boy bear-trainer had leaned toward him and whispered: His name is Veshengo. It means man of the forest. He is the last of the wild bears.”