IF I WERE TEN FEET TALL ☆ o, ice fishing

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"Monsieur!" The ever-excited voice called, carrying the ever-upbeat boy.  As the temperature remained frigid and the snow continued to pile, the fox opted to remain a polar bear cub when he took trips to the outside.  "Monsieur!"

Abundant giggles and sliding paws brought the boy to a halt.  Bright eyes lit up like sparks, transfixed by the ice.  The wonderful silver-blue, reflecting the sky and sun.  A sight his father would surely dedicate to painting in his study.  Only the total accumulation of his willpower kept him from stepping out onto the river.  His large, white paws must be heavy.

Regardless, he rocked back.  "Oh, I can scare the fish too!  I wanna help!  Can I?  S'il vous plaît?"
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