There once was a little girl that got a very white and soft polarbear on her one year birthday. She loved that polarbear and named it Isis. She took care of it, cuddled with it, she even cut his tiny brown claws with a nail cutter and then cried when she realized they didn't grow back out. The little girl grew up and stopped playing and cuddle with Isis but he followed her to new places and moved with her around the world even if she didn't pay any attention to him anymore. One day the little girl was all grown up and had two little girls of her own. When the girls were big enough the grown up girl explained to them that this polarbear was very special and old and if they treated him nicely they could have him.
Once again Isis was cuddled with, played with and carried around. He goes with them to daycare and school and this Sunday he followed the little girl called Andréa to Andréas friend for a playdate. On the way home after the playdate the little girl dropped Isis somewhere along the way. The little girl cried and her mother felt sad. 36 year old Isis was gone just like that! The little girl and her mother decided to look for Isis and off they went - searching and looking. And all of a sudden the little girl spotted Isis. Somebody put him in the middle of a cross-section where she probably dropped him and there he was. Highest up on a roadsign he had a good view over the whole traffic situation. Isis on new adventures...
