A flock of tweeting, quacking geese flew south.  They were on a mission to find a warmer, more comfortable atmosphere.  Nearby there was a gentle, maroon bear, called Bob. One late Autumn day, he walked along a mossy, forest path. He was not alone; beside him was his best friend he was smaller than Bob. A lot smaller. She has long ears that goes up when happy. Her name was Lulu.

Quicker than a flash, the bear  stood up and Lulu slid down.

The bear lifted his mouth in the air and yawned. His friend knew it was time. Hibernation. Soon his friend would in a deep sleep…