Anastasia the Polar Bear and Her Merry Critter Pals
Levi Vixie - Cli-Fi
Killian walked into the living room, his daughter watched the news that he meant to flip off before finishing laundry. She was crying. On the screen was a muddy pit in Quebec, the corpse of the last polar bear being awkwardly pulled out. The news anchor was quoting statistics of polar bear population decreasing throughout the last ten years, all while the limp and malnourished corpse was being dragged onto a dirt patch, it’s head bouncing off rocks.
Killian jumped in front of the tv and switched it off.
“Why is she dead, dad?”
Killian tensed up, forgetting to breathe, and beginning to realize the full gravity of the conversation about to happen.
“Well….it got caught in a flash flood, that's why dad moved us into Idaho, so you can be safe sweetie…”
“Why didn’t the polar bear move to idaho?”
“The polar bear was moving, but polar bears like their home so much that they try and go back to it sometimes”
He immediately realized his mistake, he shouldn’t have mentioned home.
“Why can’t it live at it’s home”
“His home isn’t there anymore sweetie, it’s….it’s gone”
He knew he couldn’t lie to her, he knew every answer would make her ask another question, so he stood there locked into place as if the polar bear was there with him in the living room.
“Sometimes, people don’t want to think about unpleasant things, and sometimes that means that we don’t do good things for others, like the earth”
“Well, sometimes the world is a lot to handle, and we don’t see something happening in front of us so we rather handle what’s in front of us first”
“I suppose it’s because we think we can take a break from things that don’t feel real, so we think we should protect ourselves first, and sometimes we actually are hurting ourselves by doing that”
“Like the bear who wanted to go home?”
“Well, kind of, but the bear didn’t get to really choose”
“Why can’t he choose”
“Well the bear doesn’t know as much as we do”
“Did the bear get rid of it’s home”
“no …… no we did”
“Because everyone needed to deal with other stuff first, like moving, and going to work”
“Because humans are selfish”
“Because it’s what we do to survive”
“Because the humans think that they need to be selfish to survive, even though it’s through each other that we help ourselves”
Killian’s palms were sweating profusely
“Because, the best way to be selfish is to help everyone around you first, and then everyone will help you”
“Why didn’t we help the bear dad?”
“Because…. we thought we should be selfish to survive, we just didn’t…..we didn’t get it quite right……”
Killian walked over to the tv and switched it on, quickly changing the channel to the usual kids show network. He walked back and stood over his daughter, she looked up at him with red puffy eyes, his eyes were locked on the kids show, ignoring his daughter’s. A polar bear cartoon character was dancing on screen, singing with other cartoon animals. Killian felt better, he headed back upstairs to finish laundry and other chores of the day.
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