Little Bear and Other Stories / Маленький медвежонок и другие рассказы. 3-4 классы
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“I do not know. My heart is sad,” said the robin.
“Sing a song,” said Mother Bear.
“I cannot,” said the robin.
“Fly in the house,” said Mother Bear.
“I cannot,” said the robin.
Mother Bear was in tears. She took the robin into the garden.
“I love you, little robin. But I want you to be happy. Fly away, if you wish. You are free.”
The robin flew into the blue sky. It sang a sweet song.
Then it came back again, to Mother Bear.
“Do not be sad. I love you, too. I must fly into the world, but I will come back. Every year I will come back,” said the robin.
So Mother Bear kissed the robin, and it flew away.
“And it came back, Grandmother. Did it?” asked Little Bear.
“Oh yes, Little Bear. It came back. And its children came back. And its children’s children, too. Here is one now.”
Grandfather Bear came to the summer house.
“Hooray! Here is Grandfather,” cried Little Bear.
“Then it is coffee time,” said Grandmother Bear.
She went into the house.
Grandfather looked at Little Bear. Little Bear looked at Grandfather. They both laughed.
“How about a goblin story?” asked Grandfather Bear.
“Oh yes, but I may be scared,” said Little Bear.
“I will not be scared,” said Grandfather Bear.
“Oh, Grandfather!” cried Little Bear. “Please begin the story then.”
So Grandfather began.
Goblin Story
One day a little goblin went to an old cave. It was old, it was cold, it was dark.
And something inside the cave went ‘BANG!’.
What was that?
“Ooh-hoo!” cried the goblin.
He was so scared that he jumped out of his shoes.
Then he began to run.
PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT…
What was that?
SOMETHING was running after him.
Oh my goodness, what could it be?
The goblin was too scared to look back. He ran faster and faster.
But the SOMETHING ran faster and faster, too!
PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT…
The goblin saw a hole in a tree. He jumped in the hole to hide.
The PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT came closer, closer – CLOSER – until it stopped by the hole in the tree!
Then all was quiet.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
It was SO quiet. The little goblin looked out.
Do you know what he saw?
He saw his SHOES! His little shoes!
“Oh my goodness,” said the goblin.
He climbed out of the tree hole. “I jumped out of my shoes. But they ran after me! And here they are!”
He picked his shoes, hugged them, and put them on.
“Good little shoes. You did not want to stay behind!” the goblin laughed and went away.
“Just like that!” said Grandfather Bear.
“I cannot jump out of my shoes, because I do not have any shoes,” said Little Bear.
He laughed. “That is how I like it.”
Not Tired
Little Bear lay on the sofa.
He was waiting for Mother Bear and Father Bear to come and take him home.
He said to himself, “I am not tired. I can shut my eyes, but I will not go to sleep. I am not at all tired.”
He shut his eyes.
He heard a door open.
He heard Mother and Father Bear say hello to Grandmother and Grandfather.
He heard them come to the sofa. But he did not open his eyes.
“Ah,” said Mother Bear. “He is sleeping. How sweet he is!”
Father picked up Little Bear and said, “Yes, he is a fine little bear. Tomorrow I will take him fishing.”
“Look at him,” said Grandmother. “He is such a good little one.”
“And clever, too,” said Grandfather. “Just like me.”
They all laughed.
Little Bear opened his eyes. He said to Father Bear, “Will you really take me fishing?”
“You! You were not really asleep! You heard about going fishing! You heard all we said about you! I can see it in your eyes!”
Little Bear laughed.
He said to his grandfather, “We had fun. And you are not tired, are you, Grandfather?”
“Oh, no, a little bear like you and a grandfather like me, we never get tired. We can sing and dance, and run and play all day, and never get tired.”
Little Bear smiled. He was feeling sleepier and sleepier.
Grandfather Bear said, “Yes, yes, yes! We can have many good times, you and I. But we never, never get tired! You are not tired, are you, Little Bear? Little Bear – are you tired?”
Little Bear was not tired! No!
Little Bear was asleep.
Owl at Home
by Arnold Lobel
The Guest
Owl was at home.
“How good it feels to sit here by this fire,” said Owl. “It is so cold and snowy outside.”
Owl was eating a toast and hot pea soup for supper.
Owl heard a loud sound at the front door.
“Who is there, knocking at my door on a night like this?” he asked.