People hear “bear”and imagine something fierce. They’ve never metmy Izzy Bear. She growlsat socks that won’t cooperate. Roarsbecause the toastwas cut the wrong way. Declares waron naps,empty snack bowls,and closed baby gates. She marches through the houselike she’s queen of the forest, until someone says, “Come here, Bear.” Then suddenly— the mighty creaturemelts into cuddles,rests…

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