The unwary musician will often find himself driving a truck with a leaky radiator and stranded overnight in the North African desert, twenty miles from Gambut.

That's when the bears come out.

They make no noise, but there's a trumpety tune that you can hear in the distance if you concentrate. It forms them into a procession when they walk down to the sea.

They bathe in the shallows and scoop up fish with their massive claws.

Then they go back to their hiding places.

No one ever sees them.