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once upon a time, there was an igloo. Inside the igloo, there were three polar bears. They were not normal polar bears. They lived in antarctica, not the north pole. They thought that Santa's workshop was too noisy. One day, a little girl named Silverilocks came trotting by for some twisted little reason, conviniently right when the polar bears left.She hadn't ate anything in a span of three minutes, so she was almost starving.

"It's your boy, chips ahoy!" She shouted into the igloo. No sound of a person cringing to death. So she skipped in. On a table, there were three bowls of oats. Being full bred american, she helped herself. She tasted one.

"Too cold," she said.

She tasted the next one.

"Too cold," she said again.

She tried to taste the oatmeal in the next bowl.

"Too nonexistent. I guess someone already ate all of their oats!" she grumbled.

She then saw a big couch. She sat on it.

She then saw a queen sized bed and a crib. She then slept on the bed.

~A few hours later~

When the polar bears came back from the supermarket, they ate their oats, not suspecting a thing. They then sat their lazy ass butts on the couch for two hours.

When Sliverlilocks woke up, she was still not dumb, so she escaped through the window.

~~The end~~