Priest

There was a polar bear chasing me around the park in Crosby Street. It was friendly, and enjoyed the exercise, but I was rather frightened of it as I knew that it couldn’t be fully domesticated. At one point it laid down and expected me to do the same. It checked.

My Dad was taking care of the polar bear. It was more intelligent than a dog and was quite calm. I imagined what would happen if a burglar tried to break in only to find the polar bear. Its name was Priest. “I’m going to have to do something about that bear”, Dad confessed. I had no idea where he got it from.

The bear was at Waikouaiti with Renja and me. It slept on the floor next to me. Dad assured me that it wouldn’t want to sleep on the bed because polar bears were used to sleeping on the floor. I tucked the duvet in along the side of the bed, just in case it put its paws up and just in case it decided to attack me during the night. I fell asleep and everything replayed in my dreams, only the bear had a different name. It was fantastic.

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