"I am a Polar Bear. Where did you come from?"
"My home's over there on the shore," said Huskie, pointing his nose toward shore. "Where'd you come from?"
"I came from far, far North. I've never been here before. Didn't mean to come this time. Last night I went to sleep on a corner of Old Ocean's blanket. Old Ocean put up his knee in his sleep, and my corner of the blanket slid right down here. What do you think about that?"
"Very strange."
Now Huskie is a great fighter himself, for a little fellow. And great fighters like fight stories. He was just itching to know all about Big White Bear's big fights.
"Who'd you kill last?" he asked.
"Who did I kill?" said Big White Bear, opening his eyes very wide.
"Yes, was it a very bad fight?"
"A bad fight?"
"Yes, you don't seem much scratched up for a great fighter. Look at me; one leg bent, nose split, and scarred up all over," said Huskie proudly.