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The walrus slapped his fins together. The fox clawed the ice with his sharp nails and swatted his hard tail back and forth against the walrus’ long, sharp tusks.
“Clap clap!” went the walrus.
“Scratch! Scratch!” went the fox.
“Boing boing!” went the walrus’ vibrating tusks.
“We play percussion,” the fox said to Rootsi.
“We’ve been looking for a singer with a beautiful voice like yours,” the walrus said. “Will you join our musical group?”
Rootsi thought for a moment. He imagined performing all over the world. He imagined all of the fans that would adore him, all of the animals that would want to be just like him. But then he remembered that he was a polar bear. And polar bears do not sing.
“I’m sorry,” Rootsi said. “I’m a bear and bears don’t sing. I must go home now so I can learn how to roar like the others.”
The fox and walrus looked very disappointed. Rootsi liked them and wished he could stay, but he knew he had to go back home, even if he was returning without a bear-like roar.
As Rootsi approached home, he heard many loud bear roars. Rootsi thought it must be Buck, but as he reached the bear dens, he saw the other bear cubs gathered in a circle. Since he’d left, the bears’ roars had become louder. And scarier.
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