The Cage Author:Audrey Schulman A WOMAN. HUNGRY BEARS. AND ONLY THE BARS OF A SMALL IRON CAGE BETWEEN THEM. — The bears approached cautiously from the sides and back. They panted, the only sound. The large female stuck the front of her paw in between the bars. Only the claws and the first half of the front pad would fit. She fanned her long white claws at Beryl, like finge... more »rs gesturing forward . . .
The bear's nose moved, wet, gleaming ebony shin, the curled inner tunnel shimmering a dark red. The black drawn-in smile of her mouth pulled back, opened, the inside dark as velvet, wet. Beryl realized she'd been moving her hand toward the nose. To touch it, to stroke the small slit openings for eyes.