I wonder if a bear wakes up after months of deep sleep, heads down to the river and thinks, "wow, these fish swim a lot faster than I remember".
Maybe that bear had fallen victim to a dream too vivid to make the waking world manageable, so he had to take a rest by the river to compose himself.
And slowly he remembered.
'This is how I hunt. And if I put my nose up I can smell danger. And if I bow my head my friends will welcome me. This river will cool me and quench my thirst. "
And after a while, he was ready to resume the business of being a bear.
