Egypt and Paris exchanged glances. Egypt's eyes widened, then she blinked at Paris as if waiting for her sister's approval.
However, Paris's brows knitted together before her gaze turned cold.
"No."
"P-Paris, maybe you could think about it again?" Egypt pleaded, clasping her hands together. "I'm craving some ice cream, and he doesn't seem like a bad bear—"
"No." Paris's tone grew even firmer. "You can't trust anybody. Mom already reminded us about that. Whether it's an ugly or cute animal, you can't trust them. Even a cute dog can bite—what more a bear?"
Egypt pouted. "But he's a bear, not a dog. And he didn't bite me."
"But bears eat people. So, which is more dangerous—a dog or a bear?"
Egypt's lips jutted out even more. "A beaaar… but he's not even a real bear, so he can't eat me…"
"Even so," Paris insisted, "you shouldn't just trust anyone—whether it's an animal or a person."
