“Watcha doing down there little one?” “Hunting.” “Hunting what sweetie?” “Solace the Polar Bear shhhhhh!” *whispering* “I see. But little one-“ “Daddy shhhh I am a cub!” *laughing* “Well my little cub, why are we not wearing any clothes?” “Solace stole them! I am hunting to get them back!” “Well I think I have a better game we can play…” *peeks up* “Yes, Daddy Lion is hungry…. hungry for his little cub..” *giggles* “Bottom up little one.”










