a little baby polar bear comes up to you and says "you deserve a BIG bear hug!! but since I am only a little bear, I'm going to give you a LITTLE BEAR hug!" and the polar bear gives you a nice big little bear hug to brighten your day.
It all happened so fast. It all happened SO fast, she doesn’t know when she got out of her seat, or when she started rolling down a soft hill with a little polar bear bouncing around her, hugging and caring for her as she tumbled. Admittedly, she does remember the faint cries of ‘ANGELA, COME BACK!’ being yelled at her from HER ENTOURAGE, but she also very clearly remembers the bear pressing a warm nose to her own, and her heart stopping at the sensation…
Oh yes. Oh yes, that was it, wasn’t it? Her heart stopped. It’d been some time since her cardiac troubles, she was of the mistaken belief that it was simply euphoria. A drug-like state of adorable-induced arrhythmia that she’d be able to breathe her way through, like all the others from days of yore, but alas?
She came to her senses again, dragged out of the fugue state by enough eventual outside stimuli. Her aura locked in an expression of sheer delight, memories of her littlest angel caring for her, watching over her body as her soul escaped it.
When she awoke, in Central Park, swaddled in a blanket and far removed from her bear friend, she smiled. Something soft and weary. Much excitement for the day, and she did hope she didn’t give TOO big of a fright in turn.
It’ll be several minutes before she’s enough constitution to rise from her seat and endeavor to find a way back to whatever next social asterism sought her guiding light. And yet? It’ll be ten minutes after that initial rise that she decides to avert North.
There had to be OTHER little baby polar bears, right? Well guess what, baby, she'd JUST enough money in her trust fund to blow it all on an excursion to the Arctic.