Around me used to be tundra, a vast land of nothing but thick ice sheets. Mountains high enough to reach the horizon added colour to the midnight sky. The numbing cold was nothing to me as I dived for my next meal. Cold wind brushes against my fur, these used to be the lands I once ruled. Then they came. Set up frosted homes on my land, invaded my territory with strange equipment. They shot sticks with pointed metal ends at me, tried to eliminate me, take over my precious land. There was nothing I could do, pushed me to the edges of my land. I watched helplessly as my land shrunk with each passing month. What have I done to deserve this?
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