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Artie was not like other bears. Often he spent hours sitting by the river, doing nothing much, other than watching the world go by. He would lie on his back and gaze up at the fluffy clouds drifting in the azure blue sky, or romp through the buttercups chasing butterflies.

In many ways he was not like other bears.

Artie’s world was happy, and that was enough for him.

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