The polar bear walked around the whole house, inspecting it, then stopped by the fridge – it was somewhat familiar – he opened it, took out the whipped cream and the milk and drank... well, actually gulped them down, and continued to sniff the cold box that was now buzzing because its temperature was rising.
He found the bottom compartment, a drawer full of frozen fish. He took out the drawer, sat down in a corner and began to lick, suck and champ the fish, then he licked the drawer c’ean and threw it far away.
-Hello, mom called dad, you'd better go and buy fish, whipped cream and the fattest milk.
-How much?
-Well, about a hundred kilograms of fish and as much whipped cream and milk as you can buy, and a huge freezer to fit them all.
-For the bearrrrr?
-Exactly, what do you think your little friend from the North Pole will eat? Or you want him to eat us?
Dad never became flustered:
-The best solution would be to rain with fish, a whirlpool to sweep through the pond and pour the fish into our yard...
Mom didn't become flustered easily either:
-Yes, that would be the best solution, but since the ponds are frozen now...
Dad got home with a huge cooling box, full of fish and a few litres of whipped cream and... Knock! Knock! On his right:
-Hello, neighbour, would you please stop taking the milk to the collection centre, I'll buy it from you!
-Twenty litres a day, neighbour.
-Twenty, I hope it'll be enough.
Knock! Knock! On his right:
-Hello, neighbour, would you please stop taking the milk to the collection centre, I'll buy it from you!
-Well, it's ten litres, neighbour!
