And here, in a safe haven located by its parent, the young cub waits, surrounded by the familiar sounds, sights and smells of its day to day environment. Even though it's currently alone, it can feel secure in the knowledge that its father will almost certainly return, perhaps unable to communicate coherently, but probably carrying with him sustenance in the form of half chewed Pepparamis and a slice of cheddar with brown sauce smeared on one side.Yes, I lost my kid in the beer aisle. In my defence it was only temporarily, and he seemed happy enough when I got back on Thursday.
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