A story with dad, mom, Mircea and the polar bear
-Mom, it's time for my story!
-Hmm, yes, you're right! What story would you like to hear?
-One with dad, mom, Mircea, the polar bear and dad going to the North Pole and then coming back to Mircea...
-Ohh!
Once upon a time, there was... dad, who went to the North Pole to take some pictures he needed for work. Dad went by bus, by train, by supersonic airplane and finally on a sleigh drawn by twenty huskies. He got to the North Pole and started taking pictures while a polar bear kept walking around him. The bear befriended dad so much that when dad finished taking photos of the ice floes, the glaciers, the seals, the penguins, the auroras borealis and the eskimos and got in his sleigh to take off, the bear quickly climbed up the back of the sleigh and rode along with dad to the nearest airport.
Riding back with the bear was no easy thing to do; the polar bear had to be hidden carefully, otherwise he could not have gotten on the plane. Dad crammed him in an huge travelling bag, the most enormous bag ever to ride the luggage conveyor belt of an airport, but he got away with it because nobody checked it. Dad was watching the bag getting closer and closer and was worrying about how he would pick it up, but it leaped off the conveyor belt by itself, then dad and his jumping bag got out of the airport and...
-One taxi, please, at the airport... for the railway station. But when the taxi arrived and the driver saw what he was about to carry, he quickly turned around and left without hesitation. Finally, a horse-drawn carriage stopped, picked up dad and the polar bear and, with moil and toil, took them home.
Upon getting home... they got in the house. The neighbours were watching through the fence, asking themselves what could their neighbour have brought home from abroad; what a huge bag he had... they were looking forward to being invited to see it, especially because dad was a very friendly person and the neighbours were always welcomed to their house. Only this time nothing happened. Dad had a mysterious smile, mom was very busy and the little boy would shriek, and many times you could hear this indescribable noise, the doors and the windows would shake, as if the whole house was jumping and it seemed it wasn't really straight anymore. The neighbours knocked at the door to say 'Hi' but mom served them coffee in the garden, on the little table covered in snow. There was no noise coming from the house; it was very quiet and calm.
