"Don't tease the bear." "Don't get the bear drunk."
Two variations of the same admonition. Did we children listen? Most did. I did not. This is why I stand before you blind and maimed.
My brothers were appalled by my mauling and carried clubs and spears to its den. There they quickly had it slain. This raised the hackles of Artemis, goddess of all things wild and lunar. She called upon all young girls to become little she-bears - arktoi - for one earth orbit cycle, so that they may atone and commiserate.
I was the first to act the bear. I now worship Artemis and do not tolerate intolerance.
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Ah, the intolerance of intolerance. Doesn't that essentially equal nothing whatever? Whatever.
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