Written for Friday Fictioneers.
The main viewing area across from the Polar Bear exhibit was sparsely crowed. A light snow was falling in memory of the twin polar bears.
Born on November 6, 1994 the twins were born to Ulu, a first time mother, who rejected them. Furry little puffs of white and black. They became an instant hit with both young and old.
Fed by human hands they thrived and lived. In adulthood one went to San Diego and the other to Tucson.
Books and movies of their lives made the little children cry.
Klondike and Snow. Both now encased in their own snow chateau.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Great story with a lot of food for thought. Zoos do a lot for endangered species these days, they might be the only places where polar bears (and many other species) survive if things keep going as they are.
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You are so correct!
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A thoughtful piece. And an original take on the prompt. Well done.
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It’s sad to think of those magnificent beasts reduced to denizens of side-shows. Nature can be so cruel.
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It’s a shame they’re stuck in a zoo but as you mentioned in another comment, they would have died otherwise and may not be able to survive in the wild were they released.
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A very thoughtful piece.
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Thanks! Always appreciate your comments.
DJ
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Like Tracey, I am not a fan of zoos… Especially when they separate siblings like this!
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But they did survive! I lived in Denver at the time (where this all took place) and they were the talk of the town. Thanks again for stopping by.
DJ
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There is that!
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Really? I hate that we keep animals captive for our entertainment.
Tracey
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I think our entertainment was a by product of their survival. Without the zoo’s employees hand feeding them when they were abandoned they would not have survived.
DJ
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