Strolling through downtown Amchitka a few years back, I came upon a mother Polar Bear with a runty baby she wasn't too keen on.
I took him home, thinking he'd fit in with my own den of runty bears.
He grew up to look like a mini-member of his species,
playing and lounging in the same ways
but without making that big wet mess.
RAWR, he says, when he wakes up from his nap.
YUM, he says, when he thinks about his noms.
MMMMMmm, he says, when he thinks about his soft bed.
He is one fierce little dude!
"Don't mess with me!"
Feel free to be smitten by my handsome face, however.
And for the record, I still have connections up north...