Far up in the snowy Arctic, there lived Benny the polar bear. Benny wasn’t just any bear, he was the proud leader of the Polar Bear Patrol. Every morning, he marched across the ice, chest puffed out, muttering,
“Left paw, right paw, patrol is never flawed!”
The puffins saluted him. The seals giggled. And the penguins (who were definitely not supposed to be in the Arctic) just stared in confusion.
The Mysterious Tracks
One frosty morning, Benny spotted something strange, tiny footprints trailing across the ice. They weren’t bear paws, seal flippers, or even penguin feet.
“An intruder!” Benny roared dramatically. “Someone dares sneak into my icy domain!”
Determined to solve the mystery, Benny waddled after the prints. Along the way, he slipped on an icy patch, spun three times, and landed flat on his belly. The seals clapped and shouted, “Encore!”
Benny grumbled, brushing snow off his fur. “No laughing! This is official patrol business!”
A Very Small Intruder
The tracks led to a snow cave. Benny peeked inside, his nose twitching.
“Show yourself, intruder!” he demanded.
Out popped… a tiny Arctic hare with oversized ears. It blinked at him and squeaked,
“Hi! I was just looking for snacks.”
Benny gasped. “A snack thief! How dare you!”
But before Benny could growl, the hare sneezed so loudly that a chunk of snow fell onto Benny’s head. The puffins burst into laughter, and Benny couldn’t help but chuckle too.
Patrol Becomes a Parade
Instead of chasing the hare away, Benny decided to recruit him.
“From now on, you’re Deputy Hare. Patrol needs extra ears!”
The hare saluted proudly, though his ears kept flopping in the snow. Together, they patrolled the ice, Benny stomping dramatically while the hare hopped beside him.
Soon, seals joined in, waddling behind them. Puffins flew overhead like banners. Even the confused penguins marched in line.
The Polar Bear Patrol had accidentally turned into a Polar Bear Parade, and everyone agreed it was the silliest, happiest patrol the Arctic had ever seen.
The End !
