This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. I’m sorry if it’s grim, but the polar bear has become the symbol of all that is wrong with the way we are treating this planet.
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The ice floe melted so the bear climbed wearily aboard the rough, unstable thing that floated past, hoping it would carry her to the ice where food bred and she could at last eat.
No seals, she found, no ice, but a barren place where bull walruses barred her route, shaking their heavy heads. “Go back, there is nothing here, no breeding ground, no cows, no calves, just men.”
The bear looked back at the empty north, south at the empty ocean, and as hope died, she let herself slip beneath the waves.