Boris, the bear, woke with a yawn, stretched his big body and scratched his black fur by rubbing against the rough beams of his den. Today was the day to take down his maple sugaring buckets, the season was over as the buds of the trees had begun to swell with the warmth of the past few days. In preparation of the long day of labor, Boris ate a good helping of porridge and a large mug of strong coffee, with cream and a drop of syrup.
Opening his door to step outside, Boris was faced with a fog so thick that he could barely see the barn that was only a few feet to the left of his den, today was going to be an interesting day...
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