began to stroll back to the boat. He had only gotten about a quarter of the way there when two fluffy; recently shaken-dry polar bears literally ran him over. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou for the lesson, Uncle Boris,” Muk blurted. Luk squeaked in agreement.

“Well, I—” Boris’s stern expression softened. Muk cut him off.

“Uncle Boris?”

“What now?”

“Can we do it again tomorrow?”

Boris’s eyes grew wide. Muk turned to Balto. “Can we, Balto, can we?”

“Well, I—” he started. Then there was a thud. Boris had fainted.