Polar Bear Kisses
I blinked awake and yawned sleepily. I felt a warm hand stroke my white fur, and if I were a cat I'd have been purring like crazy. I licked his nose with my little, pink tonuge, and he laughed. He scratched me behind my ears, and I nuzzled his hand.
"Who are you?" I whisper while blinking. I put my front paws on his shoulders and cock my head to the right.
"I'm Matthew Williams, Canada, the person who feeds you," he chuckles nervously and stares into my eyes. I nod and lick his nose again, and he strokes my fur more. I curl up in his lap and fall back asleep.
I am Kumajirou, and I love my master. My best friend. My Canada.