reached the area where the wild grass grew tallest, where the "modest and rather discarded" things of the world usually ended up. He wasn't just walking; he was hunting for his own soul. He just kept walking, a man looking for a boy, and a boy looking for a bear. Chapter 4: Trash Bear Bear had felt this before. He remembered the day that the mahogany man had picked him up out of the sea and taken him on a boat. He remembered being in that box, so happy to be leaving the depths of the sea at last; no worry about his future or where he was being taken. This was different. He was lonely now. Bear had always thought that someday Embala would wake up and realize the moments she had missed with him by hiding him away in that closet for all those years. That they could go back to spending every day and every moment of their free time
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