Little Bear and Other Stories / Маленький медвежонок и другие рассказы. 3-4 классы
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“Thank you, Mother,” said Little Bear. “That was what I really wanted all the time.”
“What story would you like to hear?” asked Mother Bear.
“Tell me about me,” said Little Bear. “Tell me about the things I did.”
“Well,” started Mother Bear, “once you played in the snow, and you wanted something to put on.”
“Oh, yes. That was fun!” cried Little Bear. “Tell me something more about me.”
“Well,” said Mother Bear, “once you put on your space helmet and played going to the moon.”
“That was fun, too!” cried Little Bear. “Tell me something more about me.”
“Well,” said Mother Bear, “once you thought that you had no birthday cake, so you made Birthday Soup.”
“Oh, that was fun!” cried Little Bear. “And then you came with the cake. You always make me happy.”
Mother Bear smiled and looked at her Little Bear. “And now you can make me happy, too,” she said.
“How?” asked Little Bear.
“You can go to sleep,” said Mother Bear.
And Little Bear shut his eye and went to sleep.
Little Bear and Owl
“Little Bear,” said Mother Bear, “can you be my fisherman?”
“Yes, I can,” said Little Bear.
“Good,” said Mother Bear. “Will you go to the river? Will you catch a fish for us?”
“Yes, I will,” said Little Bear.
So Little Bear went to the river, and there he saw Owl.
Owl was sitting on a log. “Hello, Little Bear,” said Owl.
“Hello, Owl,” said Little Bear. “Father Bear is not home. He is fishing on the ocean. But Mother Bear wants a fish now, so I need to catch one.”
“Good,” said Owl. “Catch one!”
Little Bear fished. “I have one!” he said. “Is it too little?”
“It looks good to me,” said Owl.
“Well,” said Little Bear, “Father can catch big fish. He sails in a big boat, too.”
Owl said, “Some day you will be a big bear. You will catch big fish, and you will sail in a boat like Father Bear.”
“You know what?” said Little Bear. “We can play. The log can be a boat. I will be Father Bear. You can be you. And we are fishing.”
“Where we are fishing?” asked Owl.
“On the ocean,” said Little Bear.
“All right,” said Owl.
“Hooray!” said Little Bear. “See what I have?”
“What is it?” asked Owl.
“An octopus,” said Little Bear.
“Oh,” said Owl. “But see what I have?”
“What is it?” asked Little Bear.
“A whale,” said Owl.
“But a whale is too big,” said Little Bear.
“This is a little whale,” said Owl.
Just then Mother Bear came. “Where is the fish?” she asked.
Little Bear laughed, “How about an octopus?”
“An octopus?” said Mother Bear.
“Well, then,” said Owl, “how about a little whale?”
“A whale?” said Mother Bear. “No, thank you. No whale.”
“Then how about this little fish?” said Little Bear.
“Yes, thank you,” said Mother Bear, “this is just what I want.”
Little Bear said, “You will see. When I am as big as Father Bear, I will catch a real octopus.”
“Yes, and sail in a real boat,” said Owl.
“I know it,” said Mother Bear.
Owl said, “Little Bear fishes very well.”
“Oh, yes,” said Mother Bear. “He fishes really well. He is a real fisherman. Just like his father.”
Little Bear and Emily
Little Bear sat in the top of a high tree. He looked at the wide, wide world.
He saw the green fields. He saw the river. And far, far away he saw the blue sea.
He saw the tops of trees. He saw his house. He saw Mother Bear.
He could hear the song of the wind. And he could feel the wind on his fur, on his eyes, on his little black nose. He shut his eyes and let the wind brush him.
He opened his eyes and saw two little squirrels. “Play with us,” they said.
“No time,” said Little Bear. “I need to go home for lunch.”
He began to climb down and saw four little birds. “Look at us,” they said, “we can fly!”
“I can fly, too,” said Little Bear. “But I always fly down. I cannot fly up.”
He climbed down some more and saw a little green worm. “Hello,” said the little green worm. “Talk to me.”
“Another time,” said Little Bear. “I need to go home for lunch.”
He climbed all the way down and saw a little girl. “I think I am lost,” said the little girl. “Could you see the river from the treetop?”
“Oh, yes,” said Little Bear, “I could see the river. Do you live there?”
“Yes,” said the little girl. “My name is Emily. And this is my doll Lucy.”
“I am Little Bear, and I can take you to the river. What is in your basket?”
“Cookies,” said Emily. “Take some.”
“Thank you, I love cookies,” said Little Bear.
“Me too,” said Emily.