Arctic Hugs

Lady Penelope and I are on an adventure.

We’re trekking through the Arctic.

The weather is extremely cold.

At least we have Winter clothes on.

Everything is silent.

The sky is yellow and pink.

The snow underneath our feet is deep.

Suddenly, we see some polar bear cubs playing.

I run to join them.

Penelope takes one bear cub in her arms and cuddles her.

For hours on end, we play with the cubs.

At last, it’s time to leave.

“Won’t their mother find out?” I ask.

“This is the Arctic. Polar bears are always gentle there.” Penelope smiles.

At last, we come across a huge glacier.

Penelope and I climb it to get a better look.

We use pickaxes to help us climb.

I try hard to climb, but Penelope encourages me.

Soon, we make it to the very top.

We look out over the sea and at the darkening sky.

“It’s about time we set up camp,” I said.

We climb down the glacier.

We return to our log cabin.

We snuggle against a roaring fire.

We drink hot cocoa and have a nice supper of sausages and beans.

I snuggle near Penelope, glad to be home.

“It was an adventure. Let’s go on another one.”

“There’ll be time for that tomorrow, darling.”

“Still, home is what matters.”

“I think you’re right, darling.”

I am glad to be warm and cosy.

Soon, we both fall fast asleep.