Last fall I was on my DOC Freshman Trip with a bunch of other brand-new Dartmouth freshmen and our sophomore leader. So we had just climbed Smarts Mountain, and we were on the way down, when the girl in the back says: "um, guys? I think there's a bear following us." And indeed there was (a cub, that is). The bear chased us down Smarts and up another ridge at a full run before finally giving up.
As it turned out, it was an orphan cub, as evidenced by the radio collar and our knowledge that there were researchers tracking orphaned bear cubs in the area. So fortunately there was no angry Mama bear to attack us.
So yeah, I guess we followed that stage direction in real life. How about that?