Once upon a time,there was this boy. He was a short and stout boy, perhaps the age of 12. He lived in Africa, so he stuck out among his peers for being so round. One day, the boy was wandering along a trail that wound out of his village. He did not know that he was already a few clicks from his village, for he was busy following a flock of savanna birds. The boy stops to observe them, but hears a quiet rustle of the underbrush behind him. He thinks nothing of it, and continues to watch the birds. Once again, he hears a rustle behind him, but this time the boy snaps out of his trance and is completely focused on what is behind him, yet he does not turn his head. Off in the distance, the birds flee from his sight. The boy sits still, nervous, scared, waiting. Suddenly, he hears a loud crunch of the grass directly behind him, and feels a cold steel against his head. The boy slowly turns his head to see his captor ever so cautiously. Before he sees him, a deep growl comes from behind him, but farther away. He feels the steel removed from his head, and his captor screams in pain. The boy finally turns and sees a polar bear. A polar bear.