Little Bear and Other Stories / Маленький медвежонок и другие рассказы. 3-4 классы
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“Oh, no,” said Emily. She hugged her doll and said, “Lucy wants to say good-bye, too. Say good-bye to Little Bear, Lucy.”
Emily gave Lucy to Little Bear. Then she said to him, “Little Bear, you can keep Lucy. I will give her to you.”
“Oh,” said Little Bear.
But then Emily took Lucy back. “Oops!” she said. “I forgot. Lucy wants to come to school with me.”
Then Emily opened her pocketbook. She took out a fine new pen.
“This is for you,” she said. “I want you to have it.”
Little Bear took the pen. “Thank you, Emily,” he said.
He ran to his room and came back with a pretty toy boat. “This is for you,” he said. “Keep it. You can play with it in your bathtub.”
“Thank you,” said Emily. “I will. Good-bye, Little Bear. See you next summer.”
Little Bear stood at the door until Emily was gone. Two big tears ran down his face.
Mother Bear saw the tears and took him on her lap. “My goodness, Little Bear,” she said. “You will go to school, too, and you will learn to write. Then you can write to Emily.”
“Little Bear can begin now,” said Father Bear.
He took out some paper and said, “Little Bear can write his name.”
“Yes,” said Mother Bear, “with his fine new pen.” She helped Little Bear to begin.
That made Little Bear very happy. He said, “When can I write to Emily?”
“Soon,” said Mother Bear.
And soon he wrote to Emily, like this:
“Dear Emily,
It is snowing. I love the snow. I want to send you some snow.
Owl, Duck, Hen, and Cat send their love. And the ducklings do, too.
I cannot wait for summer.
Your friend,
Little Bear.”
Grandmother and Grandfather Bear
One day Little Bear came to visit Grandmother and Grandfather Bear in their little house in the forest.
This was something Little Bear liked to do.
He liked to look at all the nice things, the pictures, Grandmother’s flowers, Grandfather’s toy goblin in a jar.
He liked to put on Grandfather’s big hat and say, “Look at me!”
And he liked Grandmother’s cooking very, very much.
He had some bread and jam, cake and cookies, milk and honey, and an apple.
“Have some more,” said Grandmother.
“Yes, thank you. I am not eating too much, am I?”
“Oh no, no!” said Grandmother.
Then Grandfather said to Little Bear, “We will have fun today, you and I.”
“Yes. But father told me not to make you tired.”
“Me? Tired? How can you make me tired? I am never tired!”
He got up and did a little dance. “Never tired!” Grandfather said and sat down.
Little Bear laughed. “You know what?” he said to his Grandmother and Grandfather.
“What?”
“I like it here,” said Little Bear. He hugged them.
Little Bear and Grandfather had all the fun. Then Grandfather Bear sat down.
“Now we can have a story,” said Little Bear.
“Good. Tell me a story,” said Grandfather Bear.
“No!” Little bear laughed. “You tell me one.”
“Then I must have my pipe.”
Little Bear ran to the house, took the pipe, and ran back.
But Grandfather was already asleep!
“Oh,” said Little Bear.
Little Bear was sad, but not for long. He found his Grandmother in the garden.
Could Grandmother tell him a story? Oh yes, she could.
She took Little Bear to the summer house. It was cool there.
They sat down in the summer house.
“Tell me a story about Mother Bear, when she was little. About Mother Bear and the robin. I like that story,” asked Little Bear.
“Very well,” said Grandmother Bear.
And so, she began.
Mother Bear’s Robin
One spring day, when Mother Bear was little, she found a baby robin in the garden. A baby robin, too little to fly.
“Oh, how sweet you are,” she said. “Where did you come from?”
“From my nest,” said the robin.
“And where is your nest, little robin?”
“I think it is there,” said the robin.
Mother Bear looked at one tree. No, that was a blackbird’s nest.
“Maybe it is there,” said the robin.
Mother Bear looked at another tree. No, that was a sparrow’s nest.
Mother Bear looked everywhere, but she could not find a robin’s nest.
“You can live with me. You can be my robin,” said Mother Bear.
She took the robin in the house and made a little home for it.
“Please put me by the window. I like to look at the trees and the sky,” said the robin.
Mother Bear put it by the window.
“Oh. It must be fun to fly out there,” said the robin.
“It will be fun to fly in here, too,” said Mother Bear.
The robin ate. It grew. It sang. Soon it could fly.
It flew about the house. And that was fun, just as Mother Bear had said.
But then one day, the robin was unhappy.
Mother Bear asked, “Why are you so sad, little robin?”