I recall being in a truck. It was a red truck. There were four of us; my grandfather, my uncle, a stranger and me. We went to the heart of a forest and we walked down a small path until we found a grotto. There was a lot of green moss everywhere around it.

Then a black bear came out. It was an adult and it was quite large. I remember it was extremely aggressive and white slime was coming out of its mouth.

My uncle told me we had to capture it. We had no guns. We only had a large cloth made out of leather. Our plan was to trap the bear within the cloth, tie it up and take it with us.

But the bear made a move, and my uncle was surprised and fell to the ground. The bear was approaching him, so I had to do something. I yelled and threw a stone at the bear’s back. It then turned around and charged me, but the stranger who was with us threw the cloth. We used ropes and tied the cloth with the bear trapped in it. It was struggling to escape but we held on until it became calm. Then I woke up.