Frosty Paws was a polar bear who lived in Antarctica with his friend Puff, the penguin. They both went on many adventures together, sliding down the snowy hills and building igloos. Both Frosty and Puff had gotten separated from their families at an early age and they found each other lost and afraid. They agreed to help each other try to find their way back home, but it seems that their families had already migrated to new homes without them. "They probably figured we got eaten or starved to death..." Puff sighed as Frosty put his snowy white paw on his friend's shoulder.
"It's going to be okay," he reassured him with a smile, "We got each other." And from that day on, they became the best of friends. They were practically inseparable.
The Snow Monster
One snowy sunny day, Frosty Paws was in the kitchen making smores.
"What is all that ruckus in here," Puff walked in rubbing his eyes, "And what is that delicious smell?"
"I hope you had a nice nap," Frosty smiled, "I'm making smores for a yummy afternoon snack."
"Well, I tried to take a nap," Puff still looked a tad sleepy, "Oh well... I'm more hungry than tired."
"Good," said Frosty, "Because they're just about ready," he opened a cabinet and pulled out a plate. Puff sat down at the table as he took a big yawn.
The smell traveled outside their little igloo cottage and through the hills of snow, right into a dark cave where a big furry creature caught whiff of it. "Mmmm..." He sniffed the air and licked his lips, "Smells like someone's cooking smores, my favorite....."
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