I've done version 2 of my polar bear sleep story at Grandma's, only this time it has swimming in it - which means we have to swim across the frigid cold waters of the Arctic! I was inspired by the clip above to do the story. The story started out like version 1, then it went to the bit where we actually go home by swimming across the freezing waters of the Arctic sea. Luke, Resus, Cleo and I take off our white leather clothes (you know, like the ones the boy wears in L'Enfant Qui Voulait Etre Un Ours), leaving us completely naked (except Cleo, she's fine with the cold 'cause she wears bandages) in the cold air. We'd dive in with Mama, our mother polar bear, and her two cubs, splashing each other and often teaching the cubs how to swim. When we swam across the sea with our polar bear family, it felt like a sensual experience swimming naked in the Arctic ocean - putting anything between our skin and that water would be just unmentionable. Like our mother, we feel at home in the water, but journeying through the sea gets so tiring, we had to hold onto Mama's thick fur to keep our legs from getting tired.
When we reached the polar bears' cave, we were freezing, but Mama gave Luke, Resus, Cleo and me a big, cuddly polar bear hug to keep us warm. Never mind - clothes will just have to wait. Mama's cave was humble and tranquil. Mama lay down on the floor, and Luke, Resus, Cleo, the cubs and I would snuggle right up next to her, safe and warm and out of danger, listening to the lullaby of her heartbeat as we fell asleep in the tranquil darkness.
Swimming in icy waters - sounds so sensual, it's me and my friends' kind of thing.
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