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I watched Ursa Minor carefully for a long time but she didn't move. Then I walked up to her and asked her if she could hear me. She didn't answer. I touched her with my paw but nothing much happened. Puzzling. More so because late at night I had another look, and there was Ursa Minor at the End of the Bed Again hugging my sister.