The moment the mother bear is stoned to death when taking honey out clumsily for the baby bear, I know parenthood is. And though heart-wrenching, mishap is also included, for it do happens as a crude but inescapable variable in this world.
I often feel uneasy when seeing bloody scenes, yet here I know a bear's paw and a hunter's gun, raising for survival, are never uncivilized.
A hunter's instinct to kill, his later human dread of death and the ultimate sense of compassion which lets go of the merciful avenging bear, they all are parts of civilization.
And who says there's no civilization in animals will revoke when they see the baby bear sniffing flowers, playing with the butterfly, snoring by his mother's peeled-off fur and finally seeing the hunters off after having being bribed by their tantalizing condensed milk.
So who's taken a shine to civilization? Mankind has no dominance power, and animal's not inferior. Let those contradicted creatures be, there's an impartial civilization that would always balance them all.
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