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On the island cold and white Arty, the polar bear, paced back and forth on the snowy shore. His eyes fixed on the horizon. He had a bad feeling in his gut. His friends Icy, the polar fox, and Merf, the fisherman, were out at sea, and a storm was brewing.
Arty knew that Icy and Merf might not have noticed the clouds approaching, and he worried about their safety. He scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of their boat.
Finally, he spotted a small boat in the distance, bobbing up and down in the choppy waters. Arty recognized it as Merf's boat and breathed a sigh of relief. But his relief was short-lived as he saw the dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
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