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Grandpa: Back in my days life was different, we went out hunting to eat, we found maybe a walrus or a lot of fish and we killed just what we needed and we ate it. We swam a bit and we rested on icebergs. That is how I met your grandma. This big spot of water was covered with ice and snow, and we could walk for ages before finding a town.
Grand daughter: You ate walrus ?
Grandpa: Yes, there were a lot more of them before, there were also a lot more of us too. And walruses were delicious, not like this trash we are eating now.
Grand daughter: Really? I like this trash, specially the one that says KFC in the outside. But I don't like it when they chase us for eating it. When is mom comming back?
Grandpa: Dunno, it's been a while. Maybe she found an iceberg to rest and she is waiting for the seacurrents to bring her back home.
Grand daughter: Yes, I miss her, it's been a few moons since we saw her. Think she'll bring fresh food?
Grandpa: Maybe, I just hope she is ok.
Grand daughter: Maybe she found dad and she is bringing him back home.
Grandpa: Well dear, there's nothing wrong with hope. It's getting harder and harder to be a polar bear.
Grand daughter: Why?
Grandpa: Humans are killing our world, love, let's hope they realize it before we are all dead.