Endless natural history media tells us that it's a tough world out there for all forms of wild life. Yet even so, most stories end up with a happy ending. It makes you think--- POLAR NIGHTS T'was on a cold and windy night when snow blew all around, yet through the howling, freezing gale, came a soft and whimpering sound, for in the shelter of a rock, two large white shapes were there, and close by them, with lifted eyes, was a tiny polar bear. "Oh mother mine, please tell me this and do try to be fair, when I grow up, will I be like you, a mighty polar bear?", "Of course you will, my sweet young thing" his mother softly said, "now close your eyes and try to sleep", with that he bowed his head. It wasn't long before he stirred and moving slowly round, he nuzzled to his father's side who glancing down, just frowned, "Oh father dear please tell me this, be honest and be true, will I grow up both big and strong and a polar bear like you?" "Now listen son" his father said, "a polar bear you'll be, you'll grow white fur with long sharp claws and be big and strong, like me", the youngster said "it's good to know, for me it's very pleasing, co's I'll tell you now, in this howling gale, I'm fur, fur, f****** freezing".