“Can I have a stinky white bear, Mummy?” Leo, my six-year old begs.
“What’s wrong with Barnaby Bear?”
“Nothing, but the white bear’s gonna get stinky and die; the TV man said so.
When Leo was tucked up in bed, Barnaby snuggled in his arms, I turned on the evening news.
I welled up as I watched the bear and her cub gingerly tiptoe across the ice flows.
“Polar bears face extinction as arctic ice begins to thaw,” the serious-faced newsreader began.
If they could be saved from extinction they could be as ‘stinky’ as they liked.
“What’s wrong with Barnaby Bear?”
“Nothing, but the white bear’s gonna get stinky and die; the TV man said so.
When Leo was tucked up in bed, Barnaby snuggled in his arms, I turned on the evening news.
I welled up as I watched the bear and her cub gingerly tiptoe across the ice flows.
“Polar bears face extinction as arctic ice begins to thaw,” the serious-faced newsreader began.
If they could be saved from extinction they could be as ‘stinky’ as they liked.
