“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.”
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