T-w-o h-u-n-d-r-e-d t-h-i-r-t-y - t-w-o H-O-U-R-S.
Picturing the bear's travail, my heart explodes with mental and spiritual anguish and I cannot stop crying. It was just a bear, after all. Relatively speaking, this is not a world tragedy.
Or is it . . .
Maybe we should be concerned about why she could find no ice on which to rest.