How a husky tames a polar bear
One stroke with his paw would be enough. A short twitch with the enormous paw – and Hudson would be slashed by the knife-sharp claws of the huge polar bear. But Hudson was not scared. The little husky was the only o0ne to keep cool as on this cold October morning the silhouette of the white giant showed up. One of hundreds of other polar bears who wait since every year in this godforsaken village that the Hudson Bay will freeze up and they can go back to their icy hunting grounds. And he is starved. 3 m high he is standing up, head forwarded: The 500 kg heavy killer machine smells an easy prey. The sled dogs, half crazy with fear, pull their chains. Only Hudson admittedly a little hesitantly, approaches the threatening deadly enemy. Shy he is waving his tail. And the inconceivable happened, unique and nobody can explain: The giant lowers his paws. Creeping, like it would make him looking smaller and less dangerous, on his stomach towards the husky. Until a big polar bear snout touches shortly and excited cold dogs nose. The biggest and most dangerous terrestrial predators had found a friend. Nothing can stop Hudson any more in his joy. He is turning round, jumping up, biting playful ears n the ears of the bear. And the giant is good natured rolling round on his back and let Hudson romp around on his wide polar bear bust. Only a quarter of an hour later, tired of the wild action he is nudges him with his paw softly aside – and disappears in a swaying walk in direction to the horizon.
For ten days the polar bear returned every morning to his little playmate. Than the ice came and the bear went his way. Hudson is still waiting for him. Every morning eleven o`clock sharp.
by I. Schröder English translation by BritVideo: polar bears play with Huskys