The bear lay on its back, a naked pile of meat.

The bear lay half in and half out of what used to be the springhouse.

She was led past a floe where a large male polar bear lay silently beside a seal's breathing hole.

The bear laid a heavy paw on Davy's mouth.

The bear lay motionless, but across the fire was the Shaman, drawing a second arrow.

At the end the bear lay prone, panting, bleeding slightly but not dangerously, and the cat stalked out in no hurry at all.

The chamber where the bear lay was fifteen meters across, and through the outer wall ran a spidery filament of fiber optics.

A few feet away the colossal bear, still entangled in ropes, lay dead alongside the two ponies it had killed.

A stuffed bear lay beside him, as if indeed he were asleep.

The bear laid a paw on her knee.