I look up at the huge tree and notice dozens of pine cones hanging from it. Then I look closer and notice they are moving, just slightly. Then one drops to the ground, and I watch in amazement as a baby brown bear unrolls itself, shakes itself off, and takes its first step before lumbering off into the woods. I look back up at the tree and the rest of the baby bears begin to fall from the tree, all rolling around and frolicking, then skipping off into the forest.
So that's how baby bears come into this world, I think to myself. I wonder if that means Mama bears give birth to pine cones.
