This is the second part of
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High points of life in the forest, now painted in shades of slowly fading green, include playing with sticks and branches and the comforting reek of carcasses, which brings along a knowledge of food somewhere nearby. The cub's sense of smell is subjected to a pleasure even better, a sweeter stink, once mother takes it from the forest to better waters: the overflowing trash cans of the human species.
Mother knows how to avoid some of the leftovers, those brown vegetables and fruits thrown out because of the soft mould they grow. But for the little bear, the trash is a feast where everything can be consumed. The greedy cub operates like its mother, but without consideration. It has just grasped the idea of rummaging through anthills and beehives, and it now dashes into the rubbish bins in this frenzy of its never-ending hunger. Tins and cans, ice-cream packets, crumbs of potato chips, candy wraps and frozen berries. Everything is there and must be eaten at once.
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