A few years back, a logger driving southbound on the Graham Rd noticed the cutest, tiny bear cub that was sitting at the side of the road, he stopped. The logger got out of the truck and looked all around – no momma.
He carefully picked up the cute, docile cub and gently placed him on the passenger seat of his truck. The logger began driving when only a mile down the road, slammed on …the brakes, slid to a stop and flew out the door.
The logger jumped into the truck, shifted into gear and in the rear view mirror noticed that momma bear stopped and sniff her cub as they met up – then momma suddenly stood up, angrily spun around and swiped the air in the loggers direction……… real mad.
The logger was left in shreds as he bled profusely and his brand new truck was sliced, diced and completely in ruins.
The MORAL of the story is?