Drabble
The winter was closing in, and through his thick fur, Isaac could sense his body shrivelling in the futile attempt to battle the elements. It was so hot.
Isaac bit down on his toe, chopping it off, then used as a pencil to plot out where to put his berries and squirrels he caught on his way here. Just then, Isaac's senses picked up another polar bear careering down to his general direction. His muscles tense. His teeth bared. His hackles raised. He was ready.
Just as the opposing polar bear set foot in his land, he sat down civilly and introduced himself. The other polar bear (Shawn) shared a meagre meal of berries with Isaac before collapsing in pain of the effects of the accidental fact that the squirrels that Isaac had caught, not quite dead, had eaten the poisonous berries, then died. And once the two had eaten the squirrels, they had too consumed the poisonous berries, and died. Then some Inuit women from Anchorage came and ate the polar bears, and subsequently died. Then some lustful men came and ate the women, and also subsequently died. Then the scientists who examined the bodies also (irrelevantly) died of a heart-attack. Soon the city was wiped of the map by coincidental heart-attacks, food poisoning, and suicide.
The town was left there for a memoir of the polar bear race, who ran around eating Russians to the end of time.