It was true, being a ferocious grizzly really was hard on the vocal cords, wasn't it? Jono-the-bear nodded his big, totally-just-like-a-bear head, and then lumbered over to the nearest polar bear, letting him know in no uncertain terms in a series of grunts and growls that it was going to be his cola or his life.

... The polar bear shrugged and handed him the bottle. The Coke was for giving away anyhow, after all.

Jono-bear gave a very satisfied nod in Max's direction, as if to say, 'There, that's how it's done.'