The Feather

Once upon a time a feather fell out of a nest and down to the base of a tree.

The wind blew and swept the feather up into the air where it swirled and it twirled and floated across an acorn strewn meadow and into a stream.

The water whisked the feather twisting and churning around pebbles and in and out of rocks until it was snatched up from the water by a bird.

The bird flew with the feather up into the air higher and higher until it spotted a worm and dropped it into a breeze.

The feather swished gently side to side in the breeze, sparkling in the sun, and caught the eye of a mouse.

The mouse ran to the feather and snatched it up bouncing and bounding across a green grassy field when it was startled by a cat and ran into its hole.

The cat saw the feather and pawed and played with it on the ground near a little girl playing with her dolls.

The little girl saw her cat pawing at the ground and then noticed the feather resting nearby.

She picked the feather up and tucked it behind her ear, then carried her cat home for supper.

The end.

Mr. Bear's Fish

Once upon a time there was a brown bear who lived alone in the forest in his tree house.  Every morning Mr. Bear would pour himself a bowl of Cheerios and look out his front window at the stream and purple butterflies flitting to-and-fro.  After he finished breakfast bear thought, 'it would be nice to catch a fish for dinner'.  So bear walked down to the stream and peered into the water.  'Hmmm.  No fish'  thought bear.  Then he looked downstream and saw the fish splashing about.

So Mr Bear walked down the stream and began to walk into the water but jumped back.  'No, no, that is too cold!' thought bear.  So bear looked about and found a stick.  He reached out into the water towards the fish and slapped at the water but only managed to scare the fish further down stream.

Then bear had another idea.  'I know!' he thought.  He found a big rock and rolled it into the stream.  Then another a bit further out.  And then a few more.  "There." said bear, and he walked out into the stream on the rocks keeping his paws nice and dry.

Then he sat and waited.  And watched.  And eventually a fish jumped out of the water and right into bears mouth. 'Perfect.'  Bear thought happily, and brought the nice fish back to his house.  'You know what would go even better with fish,' thought bear, 'a friend.'

So bear walked down the stream to his friend Mr. Badger's house.  "Hello Mr. Badger.  I've caught a nice fish for supper.  Would you like to join me?"  

"Why, yes!" said badger.  "That would be lovely."  So bear and badger walked back to Mr. Bears house.  "You know," said Mr. Badger.  "You've caught this nice fish, how about I make a desert to go with it!".

"Wonderful idea." said bear.

So Mr. Badger walked out of the house and began to pick berries which he made into a delicious berry pie.  Mr. Bear and Mr. Badger cooked their food and then sat down to the dinner table and ate.

"Delicious." said bear.  "I do hope we can do this again soon."

"Absolutely!" said badger.

And with that they  both headed off and went to bed, and had a nice long sleep, with sweet dreams.

The end.