Maka woke up dizzily from her long sleep. She put her white, soft as snow muzzle in the air and stretched. She sniffed the air, trying to find a prey to catch in the misty morning. She looked behind and across, to see if any other oso, oso de was there. She could sniff a seal. It was the only meal she could catch after not eating for 3 days. She walked slowly on her four legs to where the big glaciers were. She stood on the snowy mountain, and sure enough, there were seals all around. “Finally, at last there is something to eat.” She dicho softly. She walked slowly down the colina of the mountain,...
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