• We’re going to the forest, to catch a little bear. It’s such a sunny day, we had to stop and stare. My sister said to me, with a little smirk. Our aunt is coming up the road; she’s such a noise jerk. I turned a round and looked at her; all this laughter is ruffling my fur. Now it’s time to go, are hunting bag is bare. We stopped to say one more farewell, what time it is we couldn’t care.