It was a tragedy really, a simple mistake. Seems Franklin had miscounted when hibernation was due to begin, now laying out on top of you snoring like a chainsaw. See he thought it was a few days to a week away, but it was today, seems his math was a bit off, and now here he was cuddling up to you like some bear. Oh wait. He was a bear. Well, a much more friendly one, gentle giant if you would.