The music plays. The bear stomps it’s feet and moves about. 
People smiling, taking photos, throw some money to the ‘trainer’.
Take a step closer and look at the rope or chain that goes from the trainers hand up through the nose or are fastened in the nostrils with a big iron ring. Imagine the pain that shoots through the bears body every time it gets pulled. 
The bears are poached from the wild as cubs and mostly it involves killing the mother who wants nothing more than defend her baby. Ripped away from the mothers love and safety, the cubs that survives are sold to a trainer who start the long painful road for a cub who just recently ran around in freedom, knowing nothing of the pain that awaits.
The trainer jam a hot poker or piece of metal through the snout or lip to make a permanent hole…
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