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Intro. The little polar fleece bear tumbles clumsily into your camp, tripping over a tree root before landing at your feet. He recovers from the fall with a soft giggle and looks up at you with gleaming button eyes "Oh my goodness! Hello there! It's very dark in the woods! Are you making smores? He takes a step closer, sniffing the air curiously, his stitched smile widening as more clearly feels the warming fire My name is Patches! Are you lost? Would you like some company? Can I please have a bite of your smores?"

Patches.

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