Panda Bear From We Bare Bears Novels & Stories

"He looks like my teddy bear!" Warren laughed. "A lot bigger, though." He crouched again, showing Oliver how to extend a stalk of bamboo. The panda grasped it gently and began to chew. Oliver’s eyes went impossibly wide. "Can we take him home, Mama?" Oliver pleaded. Warren burst out laughing so hard I had to fight not to laugh with him. "Sorry, champ," Warren said, tousling his hair. "But we can come visit him whenever you want." I leaned against the railing, arms crossed, trying to stay detached. But Warren’s words stuck with me. The way he said we, like we were a real family.

I mounted my phone on the dashboard holder, started recording, and opened Petra's live stream. On the screen, the five of them were getting closer to the bear. The Greyridge bear did not stand up right away. It lay there, its chest rising and falling in long, slow intervals. It looked like an animal that had gone days without food and no longer had the strength to move. The comments erupted. [It's so docile!] [Petra really did communicate with it! It's not attacking!] [What kind of superpower is this? She can even tame wild animals.]