Panzor the spectacled bear
I had a dream last night. The dream had a sensation to it that i have never felt before. The ubiquitous trees and berries and the besieging green of the plants created a hedonistic pleasure I have never felt before in a dream, or even while awake, for that matter. I soon woke up, screaming in despair, finding that it was only vanity beginning to haunt the dusty recesses of my mind. These are trying times. There are fewer than 5000 of my kind left in the world, and these numbers continue to diminish at a seemingly exponential rate, due to the destruction of out habitat and the excessive poaching by the locals. There has still been nothing legally done to protect my species, and if not addressed soon, my species will face the same fate as too many others around here: extinction.
I have come to a stunning realization. We spectacled bears have it if significantly easier than most other animals around here. You might be wondering how i came to this realization, since our population is declining and we are facing possible extinction. But let me explain why. We are able to find food fairly easily because we can eat food which other animals cannot, like some of the plants and insides of certain trees, which means we face less competition for food. Many other animals must compete heavily within their own species and with other species just to stave off death. We can be more lethargic than some other species because we can eat a wide variety of berries, plants and trees, and in doing this, we also conserve energy. The habitat destruction is just as serious of a problem to many other species as it is to us, and that really makes me feel sorry for those other species.
I feel like i have a parasite in my body, because i am beginning to find that i am always hungry. It might be ascarids, the white worms that feed off the food in the small intestines of animals like me in a parasitic relationship. Because of this, I am going to camp by an easy food source for a while, the Brunelia trees. They are rich in nurtition and a very easy food source. Doing this also creates clearings in the forest, allowing smaller trees to grow, and with it, new life.
With less to look forward to, I reflect upon the past. I do not remember much of my first year alive living with my mother, however i do remember my early years before I reached maturity. Its funny how things have not changed except for the way i look at them now, as an older bear. The only thing that has changed for me since reaching maturity at about 5 years is my search for a mate once a year from April to June, and that only consists of two weeks every year. I'm not sure anything will ever change. My fear for my way of life hasn't. I know that this fear of habitat loss is not natural, but it is what i have know my whole life. That fear has never changed, and I do not expect it to. I thought change was supposed to be inevitable; that it was the only constant. With that, I go to sleep on a solemn note.