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To the plant she flew and

back to her bear, hoping

that this night would

kindly be fair.

The mother crumbled the

plant leaves and rubbed it

into his fur, but still he They waited and watched,

made no noise, not even a for what felt like a day, and

gently gurr. even the new sun shone his

brightest light for them to

see their way.