Snug and warm, curled and furry, Old Bear sleeps.
Red, orange, and brown leaves fly through the air, and it is snowing hard. Old Bear doesn't notice.
Old Bear is dreaming about being a cub again. He is dreaming about the beauty of the world. He is dreaming of everything he loves about the forest that is his home.
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