Nervous, but also curious.Patrick walked to the Garden Gate and ran all single men with guns at the ready in the direction of the polar bear, who with the head waving across the channel. The cocking of the guns did not seem to frighten her. Instead it roared.Suddenly came from scratch, from the white plain two small polar bears running. They had heard the call of their mother. One was so rushed, that he almost stumbled over his legs. She jumps to her mother come on."Bears!" Clem enthousiastically shouted and he waved at them with his little muffled handshoe.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..