Listen, ye, to the tale of Sir Redford, Knight of the Highest Blade. 'Twas nary a knight in all the land who could stand against his might: his lance pierced the hardest of shields, his sword the sturdiest of armor. His foes died all around him, in numbers too numerous to count, and not a man who treasured his own life dared to stand in his way. He was terrible, he was heroic; he was the cruelist villan, and the kindest lord.
As most lords do, Sir Redford enjoyed the hunt. He was skilled with the spear and bow, and never failed to bring back his own weight in meat. This day, as he set out to venture forth into his private forest, seemed as any other; warm and sunny, a pleasant day for a ride, and the murder of several innocent creatures.
Alas!
Sir Redford's first victim of the day was a large stag, sleek and muscular, a true wonder of the woodland. He brought it down with a spear to the head. The next was a young rabbit as it emerged from its hole for the first time, which had the misfortune of catching a hoove between the eyes. While Sir Redford didn't actually stop to retrieve it, he decided to later claim it as another kill of his own.
The Bear was a huge beast, standing ten feet tall and completely /ripped/ with muscle. It stood erect, as a human, and had the same glint of intelligence in its eye that one would find in those of a wise scholar. It was cunning, wise, and the most benevolent creature in the forest.
Without a second thought, Sir Redford shot it in the chest.
The Bear roared in protest. 'What act is this, man?!' he demanded.
'You will be my dinner, this night and many hence!' Sir Redford replied in his lilting tones. 'Come and get a piece of me, for I shall pierce you with a lance!
Bear had never attacked a human before, and felt someone guilty as he lunged foeward, claws bared and lips pulled back in a snarl. He was a kind, gentle creature, and meant no harm to anyone. Sir Redford must have seen this in his eyes, and cried, 'Halt! Please!
The Bear did just that. 'Human, I mean no harm. Please be on your way, and leave me to my life.
Sir Redford smiled happily, and promptly chucked his second spear into the Bear's throat. In reply, the Bear toppled forward, smashing Sir Redford to paste beneath him.
The moral of this tale is thus: be kind to those who do good, for they tend to take more than just themselves down with them.