Today, it was a cold frosty morning. I felt tired. I shivered. I was annoyed. It was all icy and snowy in the poor woods. The branches stared on my brown fur.
“Come on bear,” my old friend Hare called me.
He was always jolly. He has white fur, pointy ears and a huge imagination. He is small, smaller than a toddler but bigger than a new born baby.
“I want to show you something bear!” he shouted trying not to scare me.
“NO! You always want to show me something. I’m tired now leave me alone!” I declared and walked away. I turned and looked at this frightened face. He had tears in his eyes.