.... and B. Bear arrived near the top of the mountain where there was a large patch of low bush blueberries. This was why he had climbed the mountain, his mouth watered as he approached the plants and began to eat. As he ate he also pruned out the old overgrown plants, letting in light to the younger shoots with anticipation for even more blueberries next summer.
Sitting back after eating his fill to admire the view from this height, B. Bear spotted several wolves on the other side of the blueberries sunning themselves on the warm rocks, that is all except one that had a curled tail. This wolf seemed to be in the blueberry patch grazing the berries, his lips were blue with juice and he apparently was enjoying this taste of summer.....
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