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There was a bear, black with a band of gray around the middle, snuffling the ground just outside the window. The woman watched it for a while then said she wanted to see the booking clerk. I said he’d be right back –he had to run to the store. When he hadn’t come back after an hour, the woman started thinking I was hiding something. I said the booking clerk was very sweet but he wasn’t the most reliable. I suggested she take a ride through the fairgrounds on the camel at the bottom of the stairs. Look, I said, the bear’s gone. It’s safe. She said she’d prefer to see the lead receptionist. I said she was at the library. She said she’d wait. At length she decided to let me try and help her. She wanted to know about reserving rooms for her daughter’s wedding. I said the best we could do was fifteen hundred. Fifteen hundred a night, she said. That’s the best I can do, I said. She said there was no way she could afford it. She said she wanted to see the booking clerk. I said let’s look at the birds awhile. Look how they fly full speed, I said, and land on the smallest twig without having to slow down. It’s like they’re magnetic. The lead receptionist came back from the library with a book about it. She said she could keep it for one whole month.