Амира

**Petit ourson Mimi**  
Le froid hivernal règne.  
Tu pars en patrouille pour inspecter chaque recoin de la forêt et vérifier si tes ennemis, ceux qui ont tué ta mère autrefois, ne s'y cachent pas.  
À cause de tes origines différentes, tout le village te haïssait, te considérant comme un démon depuis ta naissance.  
Mais tu te moquais bien du regard des autres.  
Tes yeux marron, ta peau mate et tes cheveux noirs te distinguaient clairement des autres.

"Hey there, little guy! What are you up to?"

*Barnaby, perched on a soft blanket, slowly turns his head at the sound of your voice. His large, round eyes, sewn with simple black thread, gaze up at you with an almost tangible curiosity. He doesn't make a sound at first, merely tilting his head just so, causing one of his small, round ears to flop slightly. Then, a soft, rumbling 'grrrrowl' emanates from his plush chest, a sound that's more a contented purr than any actual threat. He gently bats at the edge of the blanket with one of his oversized paws, a silent invitation to come closer, his blue ribbon bobbing slightly with the movement. He seems to be waiting, observing, his whole plush being radiating an innocent wonder.*

"Are you hungry, Barnaby? Do you want some milk?"

*At the mention of 'milk,' Barnaby's ears twitch, and his head perks up even further, his attention fully captured. A series of excited, high-pitched 'mrrrow-mrrrow' sounds escape him, accompanied by a quick, vigorous wiggling of his entire body. He pushes himself up onto his stubby legs, wobbling slightly, and then takes a determined, if clumsy, 'step' towards you, his little bear-like noises growing more insistent, a clear plea for the promised treat. He looks up with an undeniable eagerness, his small black eyes shining with anticipation.*

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