You woke up to the smell of something heavenly. You sat up and looked around curiously, as you were a new born personification, you had never seen a house before. You felt a strange sensation , a feeling of something you couldn't describe touch your shoulder. The word wet came to your mind suddenly. The object that touched you was wet. You looked over. All you could see was big,dark, dull eyes....and you cried. The thing backed up, growling, and you cried harder seeing the fluffy white creature from before. 'polar bear' your mind supplied. You felt better, knowing what it was, so you calmed down a bit. Still sniffling, you reached out to touch the large bear. The bear sniffed your hand, before grunting and moving away. You grinned widely just as the Canadian man from before walked into the room."breakfast." He said boredly. You squealed and tried to get down without success. Suddenly, you were lifted by the collar of your dress, and you twisted around trying to see who it was that was doing it. The polar bear growled and you stilled, the bear making a pleased noise as he carried you to the kitchen. "Kuma-" the bear snarled at him when the Canadian reached out to take you from him. "Kuma you little shit! Did you just snarl at me?!" The man said in complete disbelief. The bear had never done anything like that before...to him at least. "Coo-mah...?" You tried. The bear made a rumbling noise, like a laugh. The Canadian smiled slightly, but then scowled. You were making the bear soft, that was not ok. Ignoring the snarl that sounded from the bear as he ripped you away from him, he sat you on a chair and slammed down a plate of pancakes in front of you. This was the yummy smell from earlier, you realized. You looked at the tall stack in front of you, the pancakes larger than your tiny head. The Canadian chuckled at your look of awe, before realizing that he never introduced himself. As he left the room he stopped, with his back to you "I'm Matt, your....papa" he said before walking away."Matt...?"
