The next morning, S Freddy woke up to movement- too much to his liking. "Wake up!" B Freddy was shaking him out of his peaceful sleep. S Freddy tilted his head. "Ugh. You probably can't talk, nor can you understand English." B Freddy sighed, turning away to face the window. " Who said I can't?" B Freddy turned back. "You... you can talk?!" B Freddy felt a smile on his face. "Why nawt?" S Freddy replied in a squeaky voice. "You really need to work on that lisping..." B Freddy said. "Huh? What's lisping?" S Freddy was officially still a baby. "Nevermind," B Freddy looked at the door which slowly opened. It was Golden. "How'd ya'll sleep?" He asked. "Quite well, thank you." B Freddy still refused to even act the tiniest bit like a baby. Of course, Golden didn't judge. "Me woo!" S Freddy grinned. "Ya' can talk?!" Golden was staring at the bear cub. "Ywes, why nawt?" S Freddy asked again. Golden laughed at the small bear's lisping. "I know, I know. Lisping." B Freddy finished for Golden. "Er- yes. Well, what ah' came to tell ya'll is that we don't have enough food for the both of ya'." B Freddy's jaw dropped. "What?! So... one of us has to starve?" Golden nodded. "We are terribly sorry... but don't worry. In about a week some more food will come." B Freddy held onto the crib bars. "Who has to starve?" His face clearly said it was the younger cub, but his heart said otherwise. "Y-you." Golden spilt the words out to him. "What if I die, Golden?" B Freddy asked while Golden picked the two cubs up. "Ah' don't know."