She leaned over her young daughter, maybe 6 or 7, pointing towards a small hillock in the distance, “Do you see the bear, honey?” Wisps of blond hair curled out from beneath the hood of the young girl’s coat as she looked into the distance and replied, “No, Mommy.” Mom insisted, “Look at the hill, doesn’t it look like a bear?” “No,” was the emphatic reply as the little one ran off.