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The Fuzzy Bear
Just where does the fuzzy bear care to go when the air is cold and the ground has snow? Does is fuzzy coat keep him warm even through the biggest, strongest storm? And where does he sleep when it turns night? Does he lie out straight or curl up tight? Is the fuzzy bear soft or rough to touch? Am I asking way too much? I'm sure a cave would be his home. Why...I even have a fuzzy bear of my own! My fuzzy bear is better than real, you see, 'cause I can hug him and he can hug me. Boy, I'm sleepy; I must go to bed but, I'll dream of fuzzy bears in my head!
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