what a scene, he's a clown - open; predicament

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ENGAGED
POLAR BEAR
OFFICER
TYPHOON
BIOGRAPHY

"You're absolutely right, Mikey," the polarbear would say as she approached, looking over the scene with displeasure. She moved past the others gathered, greeting Goldie by brushing against her before nudging Michael. "Gimme some room," she mumbled before moving into standing on her hind paws. She faltered for a moment before gaining balance. "You're in a lot of trouble, mister," she told the kitten, eyes moving to her brother for just a moment. She gave him a grateful look, deciding to help him down after she helped her adoptive son.

She lifted a paw under the kitten, lifting him ever so slightly. "Don't move," she gritted out as she focused, using the claws of her other paw to slowly saw at the yarn. It was sad to have to cut it but, she could easily get some replacement later on. Once the final string let loose, she pulled him close to her chest, bending down and using her now free paw to catch herself. She set the boy on the ground, meeting his eyes, and said "Now, you stand right there while I help your uncle down," she said before standing back up on her hind legs, one paw supporting her weight against the tree and the other lifted below her brother. "Go ahead and climb on, Har, I can help you down so you don't have climb," she offered.