When my Grandfather was small, a Polar bear came down from the mountains and lived in this cave.
It would eat crops and goats and sheep, but most of all it loved the oranges. There are a lot of plantations down in the valley and none were safe from the bear.
There was no guns in the area, and no one knew what to do or where exactly the bear lived. But my Grandfather was brave, so one night he followed it back to its cave.
Next night, when it went to find Oranges, my father went to the cave and gathered up lots and lots of grass and wood. As morning came, he lit a big fire in the entrance to the cave.
The bear returning from his hunt, saw the fire, and had to leave. He went higher up into the mountains. he had to leave because he like Oranges too much!
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