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Rootsi wandered farther and farther away from the bears. He climbed up a big, white mound of snow where he hoped to learn to roar just like Buck. Rootsi sat at the top of the mound and looked down at the world below him. From that distance, Buck and the cubs looked tiny, just like him.
How I wish I could be like the others, Rootsi thought. How I wish I could roar like them. How I wish I could grow like them.
“What are you doing here?” asked a low, soothing voice.
Popping up from the other side of the mound, a small owl with feathers as white as the snow flapped her wings and stood across from Rootsi. Her feathers were so white that Rootsi might not have seen the owl at all except for her wide yellow eyes that shined brightly like little moons.
“I am practicing my roar,” Rootsi answered.
“Please don’t!” the owl pleaded. “You will scare all the birds away.”
Rootsi shook his head. “No. I won’t scare you. I cannot roar.”
“But you are a bear,” the owl said.
“I am a bear. But I cannot roar. Listen.” Rootsi filled his lungs with air as the owl covered her ears with her wings.
Rootsi’s roar went “Toooot! Tooooooooot!”
The owl uncovered her ears and smiled at Rootsi. She opened her mouth, but she was speechless. Suddenly, Rootsi heard the calls of many birds flying up toward them.
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