There was a polar bear at my door this morning. He looked lost so I rowed him back to Antarctica so he wouldn’t be lost. But when we got there he looked like he was still lost, then I realised that he wasn’t lost but he was lonely so I took him back to my house and cuddled up on the sofa with him. Some thing was still wrong but I didn’t know what it was. The penguin still looked lost but I was happy. I put a blanket over the Penguin and I fell fast asleep. So did I.