The Polar Bear Who Reads

Not much to see her the Arctic princess said. I’m just relaxing on my polar bear, up top my bed. His soft fur makes a marvelous cushion for my head. I challenge you to find a book he has not read. I had slid into her bedroom on a sleigh-type-of-sled. “Come over a bit closer,” the Arctic princess said. Seconds later, that enormous giant bearl jumped off the bed I ran screaming from her room feeling all kinds of dread.