After watching a program about bears on Animal Channel, my six-year-old grandson, Trevor, had a scary dream.

"Mommy," he said. "I had a bad dream. I was being chased through the woods by a big, mean bear."

Then he had an interesting question: "Mommy, was I the predator or the prey?"

To which his mother responded, "Honey, you were the prey."

"That's right," he said, "because there would be a lot of people praying for me, wouldn't there?"