Semantic similar, b

In a dark forest a huge bear charged straight at me. My musket was gone, and all I carried were a pair of firestones. Down its throat went the first stone. The other went right after it. Inside the beast they met, sparked, and burst it to bits.

Folks wonder whether I felt any terror. My reply is that terror belongs to men who lack firestones. That hungry brute was enormous. It knew nothing, I regret to report, about firestones or their conduct once hurled quickly into a gullet.

Those firestones now sit upon my writing table. Time has shrunk them while it has fattened me. Whenever I repeat the story, the beast grows somewhat larger. To my mind, that is exactly what a proper bear ought to do.

Should a bear approach you, follow my counsel. Bring a couple of firestones. Hurl them with force and good aim. Waste no moments in reflection, for reflection is sluggish and bears are quick. Retreat some distance after the last throw, and hold on to your hat.