Pictures by me, stories by Maya Dobjensky. Quietly : After the apocalypse, there was only two of every species. Mamma polar bear and baby polar bear looked out at the ice fields, and from where they stood they could see the skeletons of civilization frozen in the ground below. “Quietly,” said mamma polar bear, “so we do not break the ice and release those ghosts.” And together, quietly, they went on. Moving Right Along: Mamma and baby polar bear made it past the ice fields and found the place where the machines used to live. Baby polar bear stopped to talk to a nearby tree. “What are you doing, tree?” said baby polar bear. “I’m taking back my kingdom” said the tree. And indeed, he and his shoots were covering the steel and glass, and from the broken concrete sprouted little green things, soft and new. Drawing drawings: Finally mamma and baby polar bear found another mammal. It was woman, and she was sitting all alone at an easel. “What are you doing, woman?” said baby po
