CAN YOU FEED A POLAR BEAR MAISY?
Leaning up against the icy car I am startled when it starts swaying backwards and forwards. Turning around I look upon a tall, white, fluffy polar bear staring me down – I feel a sense of terror running through my veins.
Behind the polar bear I notice figures of animals lurking in the shadows. Seeing them I feel that they want something from me. Opening up the boot of my car, squeaking every movement, I rummage around trying to find any scraps of food. Holding different things up in the crisp air, the polar bear shakes its head at everything.
MAISY = YEAR 8