The polar bear pads softly through the freshly fallen snow, his shiny black nose up in the air to sniff out potential prey. He cocks his round head to the side, hearing a splash down by the water being picked up on the breeze. At the thought of a juicy ringed seal, a smile makes its way up the sides of his fuzzy face. He runs down to the water’s edge, the wind pulling his shaggy coat back and compressing pudgy blubber rolls on his skin. The bear seeks out the seal he heard, but finds nothing. His stomach growls – begging for food – but sustenance is nowhere to be found. The polar bear collapses on his side, tears escaping the corners of his coffee-colored eyes. His world is dying, torn apart by the effects of global warming! Why did humans have to be so selfishly cruel? Are Hummers worth the weight of his life? The bear’s stomach seizes up, and he releases a choked sob as the ice melts beneath him. The last of his strength gives out as he’s dragged down to the icy depths of his watery grave. Ernesto the polar bear will never see his little cubs again, never again frolic in frozen fields . . . all because of the brutal reality of global warming.
He's now dead, and you helped kill him, you sicko.
2 comments:
You had better be joking! If not, well let's not go there.
What do you mean, Brandon? Global warming is a serious threat to our world.
Just kidding.
Yepo, I haven't become a libtard (yet).
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