Little Cyclone: The story of a Grissly cub

                  Little Cyclone was a grissly cub from Alaska. He was a droll and roguish-looking cub. He was in a gray full moon of fluffy hair. He had two big black eyes sparkled like jet beads. He had a pudgy little nose. He had high shoulders. He was like a big bale of gray fur set up on four posts of the same material. His claws were formidable.

        Little Cyclone and his brother were awakened by the rough grasp of human hands. They valiantly bit and scratched and bawled aloud with rage. When one day there was a great fire in the forest, these two little cubs were run away from the forest. Then the little cyclone was taken by the humans to the nursery.

     When little cyclone was free in the nursery, he went deliberately to the center of the stage. He halted bravely and calmly looked around him. His hair and manner plainly expressed this bold bear cub. The way he fought with little Car and black bear cub. The way he responded to the blows of car and the black bear proves the nature of little Cyclone.