Edited by Holly (Note: I had to add a few things, to make the story flow right and the sequence of events a little more understandable.)
There was a loud crash. Vivian Thompson got up to investigate. A once stacked bunch of barrels were jumbled in a heap outside the window. Vivian said, "Hullo?" Then he almost fell over with fright at what he saw... it was a bear! It stood on its hind legs, and looked as if it wasn’t satisfied with knocking over just the barrels. It looked around for a moment before sighting Vivian, then started running towards him. He ran into the house, slamming the door behind him.
“Whew!” He said “That was close!” Suddenly he heard a window shatter. The bear was crawling through the window!
Vivian stared at it a moment, sweat breaking out on his brow. He contemplated screaming and concluded that this would bring too much satisfaction to the bear in this battle of whits.
"Very original, sir. But you might try the door; it's a lot bigger." He straightened his tie and his thickly rimmed glasses in one motion. "Now, for tea. You've doubtless brought honey, old friend?"
With bulbous charcoal eyes, the beast erected to its full height. He dispatched a thunderous roar from his short snout, as he slipped his last limb through the now-shattered window frame. His knees already buckled beneath him, Vivian attempted a blind step backward. Shock flooded his entire being as he watched the bear crash back down onto all fours and lope his direction giving frightening roars with every step. As Vivian's senses nearly forsook him altogether, he turned to flee, choking to himself: "I didn't know the bears were so vicious here in Alaska!" and fell headlong on the floor over a book that had fallen off his table. As he gasped out one last prayer of: "Help me, Lord!", he heard the door burst open and heard a gunshot. Wondering, he cautiously pulled himself up on an elbow and looked behind him. The bear had stopped running and roaring, and with one last strange sound, he fell down on the floor; dead. In the doorway stood Evan Gildor, his neighbor's 18 year old son.
"Evan?" cried Vivian, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on a hunting trip!"
"I was," he answered. "But I had to come home sooner then I expected, on account of a storm heading this way. Looks like I got here just in time, eh?"
"Oh, you did, thank God! Have a seat."
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay." Evan continued, "I promised my father I'd come home has soon I get back from hunting."
The two said goodbye, and Vivian thanked him again. After Evan had gone, he leaned over the bear carcass. It would surely make a good rug. Yes, he would make one. And give it to Evan.
"Evan, where are you? I need you to come here, because I have something to give you. Evan? I will have to check outside, or in his room.... Oh dear, I will have to give it to someone else, if he doesn't come soon. Maybe I'll just go out and look for him," and with that Vivan bundled up and headed outdoors.
A little while later...
"Oh Evan I was just looking for you. You saved my life by shooting that bear so you get a rug for your room!"
"Well thanks Vivian, but I can't! You should keep it.. to remember the time you had a bear over for tea!" Evan said sarcastically, yet with a smile gleeming on his face.
"Oh no, you really must take it, Evan!" Remonstrated Vivian, waving his hand as if to dismiss Evans protests. It was just a few days after the incident with the bear and he had gone to give Evan his rug, finally finding him out cutting wood.
"If you insist!" Laughed Evan, mopping his brow with his sleeve. "Say, did you ever get your window fixed?"
"No, not yet," admitted Vivian, "I've been so busy with your rug that I just nailed a bit of fabric over it."
Evan shook his head and looked at his friend with a hint of a grin, "I'll come over and fix it for you if you'd like," he offered. "You really should get a real window in there since winter is coming."
Vivian looked gratefully at Evan; God had definitely blessed him with such a good friend!