So I ran out onto the ice, and I stopped in the middle. And there came the bear, charging after me. He paused for a minute when he saw me out there, then he ran right out on the ice. He got just about halfway when the ice cracked and gave way and down he went and drowned. That was the end of him.

"Hey! That can‘t be true. You said it was summertime and awful hot. There couldn‘t be any ice on the lake then!"

Yup, it‘s true all right. It was summertime when I started running. But like I said, I ran for an awful long time.