From the window, Ronnie endlessly watches a solitary silhouette at the top of the hill. « An ant on a haystack » —that’s how he once described it to the hunters. They laughed and shook their heads: it wasn’t an ant, but a bear—and a big one. After hearing this, the child became even more absorbed by the large shape. No matter the weather, day and night, the bear stands there, motionless, looming over the house. What could he possibly be thinking about?
From the window, Ronnie endlessly watches a solitary silhouette at the top of the hill. « An ant on a haystack » —that’s how he once described it to the hunters. They laughed and shook their heads: it wasn’t an ant, but a bear—and a big one. After hearing this, the child became even more absorbed by the large shape.
No matter the weather, day and night, the bear stands there, motionless, looming over the house. What could he possibly be thinking about?