Author Petite was hoping that Washington's woods would shelter the brown bear that he had raised from cubhood during the late 1950's. Petite was a reluctant surrogate mother to Mr. B., a cub who had been rejected. Mister B. was given the sort of thoughtful, firm, but no-strings attached upbringing that one could wish for most children. When Mr. B. was on the verge of bearhood, the author was planning to see whether or not a semi-tame, semi-wild existence could survive on one of our last semi-frontiers. On the final day of an open season in his territory, the question was rendered moot by hunters who shot the unoffending bear on posted property. It's Elsa's audience without Adamson's writing.