White Bear

Throwing a red, red ball.


A voice like gravel.


Lost.


Then...

Huge, lumbering body.


Four legs, not two. Wide silent feet.

Smells, overwhelming.


Hunger, all the time.


And hot. Prickling, stuffed-in heat.

Need to move, always move.


Find the cold lands.


Snow and ice


White, endless.

Alone.


Lost.

A red ball. Lost.


Lost.

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