And this, my friends, teaches us one of Nature's most important rules: When Mr. Marten is hungry, don't be Mr. Bunny.
Also illustrates some of the difficulties associated with a stern chase. Mr. Marten was oblivious to the following hunk of iron that could have splatted him while he was still hungry. So the stomach is the boss --
" let's go get some rabbits he says! We're alpha predators he says! We'll take what we want he says! And if I get away from this Bear I'll kill that bastard myself!!!"
If it looks like food someone will try to eat it. Good way to remove predators from society. That sweet little old lady hobbling down the street at night has a .45 in her coat pocket. She isn't sweet, isn't old and and doesn't like getting mugged/raped. All you got to do is leave her alone and you are perfectly safe.
