(Some other stuff about this hill and surrounding area, then...)

There was a big brown bear rolling down a snowy hill. "Will they catch themself? Oh no, there they go again!" I said, as both narrator and camera man, following the bear as they comically continued to stumble and roll ever futher. It seemed another person was with me. A friend or just someone carrying equipment.

Eventually the bear and I reached the bottom of the hill. At which point I realized that I had put myself in an unsafe situation. "Oh, hi bear. How about we just leave each other alone, huh?" I said as it sank in that unless this bear was feeling especially chill and nonviolent, I was probably about to get sliced to bits by their huge and very sharp claws.