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'grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.'  the black cub growled, dragging a stick twice his size behind him. he had wrestled with it for the better part of a half an hour, and with dirt all across his legs and a good brown slurry of earth and drool riming the stick, arcturus proudly wielded his trophy homeward. he was never far from the watchful eye of his parents, nor too far from his siblings, but he was always looking for new games to play and exciting things to discover.

left to his own means, arcturus would have happily gone exploring -- as it was, he was not often allowed too far from the rendezvous. unwilling to test his parent's patience, he found other ways to keep himself occupied: namely, the invigorating sport of stick-slaying.