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Little Bear
by Else Holmelund Minarik
What Will Little Bear Wear?
It is cold. See the snow? See the snow come down?
Little Bear said, “Mother Bear, I am cold. See the snow? I want something to put on.”
So Mother Bear made something for Little Bear.
“See, Little Bear,” she said, “I have something, something for my little bear. Here it is. Put it on your head.”
“Oh,” said Little Bear, “it is a hat. Hooray! Now I am not cold.”
Little Bear went out to play.
Here is Little Bear.
“Oh,” said Mother Bear, “do you want something?”
“I am cold,” said Little Bear, “I want something to put on.”
So Mother Bear made something for Little Bear.
“See, Little Bear,” she said, “I have something, something for my little bear. Put it on.”
“Oh,” said Little Bear, “it is a coat. Hooray! Now I am not cold.”
Little Bear went out to play.
Here is Little Bear again.
“Oh,” said Mother Bear, “do you want something?”
“I am cold,” said Little Bear. “I want something to put on.”
So Mother Bear made something again for Little Bear.
“See, Little Bear,” she said, “here is something, something for my little bear. Now you cannot be cold. Put it on.”
“Oh,” said Little Bear, “it is snow pants. Hooray! Now I am not cold.”
Little Bear went out to play.
Here is Little Bear again.
“Oh,” said Mother Bear, “what can you want now?”
“I am cold,” said Little Bear. “I want something to put on.”
“My little bear,” said Mother Bear, “you have a hat, you have a coat, you have snow pants. Do you want a fur coat, too?”
“Yes,” said Little Bear, “I want a fur coat, too.”
Mother Bear took the hat, the coat, and the snow pants.
“See?” said Mother Bear. “There is the fur coat.”
“Hooray!” said Little Bear. “Here is my fur coat. Now I am not cold.”
And he was not cold.
A Kiss for Little Bear
Little Bear made a picture of a monster.
“This picture makes me happy,” he said.
Hen came to visit.
“Hello, Hen,” said Little Bear. “Look, this picture is for my Grandmother. Will you take it to her, Hen?”
“Yes, I will,” said Hen.
Grandmother loved the picture. She was very happy.
“This kiss is for Little Bear,” she said. “Will you take it to him, Hen?”
“Yes, I will,” said Hen.
So Grandmother Bear gave Hen a kiss.
Then Hen saw some friends. She stopped to chat.
“Hello, Frog. I have a kiss for Little Bear. It is from his Grandmother. Will you take it to him, Frog?”
“OK,” said Frog. “I will.”
But then Frog saw a pond. He stopped to swim.
“Hi, Cat. I have a kiss for Little Bear. It is from his Grandmother. Will you take it to him?”
“OK,” said Cat. “I will.” He came and got the kiss for Little Bear.
Then Cat saw a nice place to sleep.
“Little Skunk,” said Cat, “I have a kiss for Little Bear. It is from his Grandmother. Will you take it to him?”
“OK,” said Skunk. “I will.”
But then he saw another little skunk. She was very pretty.
He gave the kiss to her. And she gave it back. And he gave it back again.
But then Hen came. “This was Little Bear’s kiss from his Grandmother! And where is it now? Who has his kiss?”
Little Skunk had it. He gave it back to Hen.
Hen ran to Little Bear. She gave him the kiss.
“It is from your Grandmother,” Hen said. “It is for the picture you sent her.”
“Take one kiss back to her then,” said Little Bear.
“No,” said Hen. “Too much kissing!”
And the skunks soon got married. They had a lovely wedding. Everyone came.
Little Bear Goes to the Moon
“I have a new space helmet. I am going to the moon,” said Little Bear to Mother Bear.
“How?” asked Mother Bear.
“I’m going to fly to the moon,” said Little Bear.
“Fly!” said Mother Bear. “You can’t fly.”
“Birds fly,” said Little Bear.
“Oh, yes,” said Mother Bear. “Birds fly, but they don’t fly to the moon. And you are not a bird.”
“Maybe some birds fly to the moon, I don’t know. And maybe I can fly like a bird,” said Little Bear.
“And maybe,” said Mother Bear, “you are a fat little bear with no wings and no feathers. Maybe if you jump up you will come down very fast.”
“Maybe,” said Little Bear. “But I’m going now. Just look for me in the sky.”
“Be back for lunch!” said Mother Bear.
Little Bear thought: “I will jump from a high spot, up into the sky, and fly up, up, up. I will be flying too fast to look at things, so I will shut my eyes.”
So Little Bear climbed to the top of a little hill, and climbed to the top of a little tree, a very little tree on the little hill, and shut his eyes and jumped.
Down, down he came, and down the hill he rolled.
Then he sat up and looked around. “My goodness!” he said. “Here I am on the moon.”
“The moon looks just like the earth. Well, well,” said Little Bear. “The trees here look just like our trees. The birds look just like our birds. And look at this! Here is a house that looks just like my house. I will go in and see what kind of bears live there.”
Little Bear went into the house.
“Look at that,” he said. “Something to eat is on the table. It looks like a good lunch for a little bear.”
Mother Bear came in and said, “But who is this? Are you a bear from Earth?”
“Oh, yes, I am!” said Little Bear. “I climbed a little hill, and jumped from a little tree, and flew here, just like the birds.”
“Well,” said Mother Bear. “My Little Bear did the same thing. He put on his space helmet and flew to Earth. So I think you can have his lunch.”
Little Bear put his arms around Mother Bear.
He said, “Mother Bear, stop fooling. You are my Mother Bear, and I am your Little Bear, and we are on Earth, and you know it. Now may I eat my lunch?”
“Yes,” said Mother Bear, “and then you will have your nap. You are my little bear, and I know it.”
Birthday Soup
“Mother Bear, Mother Bear, where are you?” called Little Bear.
“Oh, dear, Mother Bear is not here, and today is my birthday. I think my friends will come, but I do not see a birthday cake. My goodness – no birthday cake! What can I do? The pot is by the fire. The water in the pot is hot. If I put something in the water, I can make Birthday Soup. All my friends like soup. Let me see what we have. We have carrots and potatoes, peas and tomatoes. I can make soup with carrots, potatoes, peas and tomatoes!”
So Little Bear began to make soup in the big black pot.
First, Hen came in.
“Happy Birthday, Little Bear,” she said.
“Thank you, Hen,” said Little Bear.
Hen said, “My goodness! Something smells good here. Is it in the big black pot?”
“Yes,” said Little Bear, “I am making Birthday Soup. Will you stay and have some?”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” said Hen. And she sat down to wait.
Next, Duck came in.
“Happy Birthday, Little Bear,” said Duck. “My goodness! Something smells good here. Is it in the big black pot?”
“Thank you, Duck,” said Little Bear. “Yes, I am making Birthday Soup. Will you stay and have some with us?”
“Thank you, yes, thank you,” said Duck. And she sat down to wait.
Next, Cat came in.
“Happy Birthday, Little Bear,” he said.
“Thank you, Cat,” said Little Bear. “I hope you like Birthday Soup. I am making Birthday Soup.”
Cat said, “Can you really cook? If you can really make it, I will eat it.”
“Good,” said Little Bear. “The Birthday Soup is hot, so we must eat it now. We cannot wait for Mother Bear. I do not know where she is.”
“Now, here is some soup for you, Hen,” said Little Bear. “And here is some soup for you, Duck, and here is some soup for you, Cat, and here is some soup for me. Now we can all have some Birthday Soup.”
Cat saw Mother Bear at the door, and said, “Wait, Little Bear. Do not eat yet. Shut your eyes and say ‘One, two, three.’” Little Bear shut his eyes and said, “One, two, three.”
Mother Bear came in with a big cake.
“Now, look,” said Cat.
“Oh, Mother Bear,” said Little Bear, “what a big beautiful Birthday Cake! Birthday Soup is good to eat, but not as good as Birthday Cake. I am so happy you did not forget.”
“Yes, Happy Birthday, Little Bear!” said Mother Bear. “This Birthday Cake is a surprise for you. I never forgot your birthday, and I never will!”
Little Bear’s Wish
It was late. Mother Bear came to kiss her Little Bear good night.
“Little Bear,” said Mother Bear. “You are not asleep.”
“No, Mother,” said Little Bear. “I can’t sleep.”
“Why not?” asked Mother Bear.
“I’m wishing,” said Little Bear.
“What are you wishing for?” asked Mother Bear.
“I wish that I could sit on a cloud and fly around the world,” said Little Bear.
“You can’t have that wish, my Little Bear,” said Mother Bear.
“Then I wish that I could find a Viking boat,” said Little Bear. “And the Vikings would say, ‘Come with us! Come with us! Here we go! Away! Away!’”
“You can’t have that wish, my Little Bear,” said Mother Bear.
“Then I wish I could find a tunnel to China,” said Little Bear. “I would go to China and come back with chopsticks for you.”
“You can’t have that wish, my Little Bear,” said Mother Bear.
“Then I wish I had a big red car,” said Little Bear. “I would go fast, fast. I would come to a big castle. A princess would come out and say, ‘Have some cake, Little Bear,’ and I would have some.”
“You can’t have that wish, my Little Bear,” said Mother Bear.
“Then,” said Little Bear, “I wish a Mother Bear would come to me and say, ‘Would you like to hear a story?’”
“Well, maybe you can have that wish. That is just a little wish,” said Mother Bear.
“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.
They walked together. They ate cookies and talked. Soon they came to the river.
“I see our tent,” said Emily, “and my mother and father.”
“And I hear my mother. She is calling me,” said Little Bear. “I need to go home for lunch. Good-bye, Emily.”
“Good-bye, Little Bear. Come back and play with me.”
“I will,” said Little Bear.
Little Bear ran home. He hugged Mother Bear and said, “Do you know what I just did?”
“What did you just do, Little Bear?” asked Mother Bear.
“I climbed to the treetop and saw the wide, wide world. I climbed down, and I saw two squirrels, four little birds and a little green worm. Then I climbed all the way down, and what do you think I saw?”
“What did you see?”
“I saw a little girl named Emily. She was lost, so I helped her to get home. And now I have a new friend. Who do you think it is?”
“The little green worm?” said Mother Bear.
Little Bear laughed. “No,” he said, “it is Emily. Emily and I are friends.”
Duck, Baby Sitter
Owl had a party. Little Bear, Emily and Lucy were walking to Owl’s house.
They came to the pond where Duck lived. And there was Duck, baby sitting.
Little Bear looked at the ducklings. He asked, “Will the Mother Duck come back soon?”
“Oh, yes,” said Duck. “Wait for me. I can go to the party when she comes back.”
Emily put Lucy down and said, “Oh, what sweet ducklings! I want to hold one.”
“Just call them,” said Little Bear.
“Oh my goodness!” said Duck. “I think I have lost one!”
Little Bear and Emily began to look for it.
Little Bear looked at the tall reeds. He said, “If I were a duckling, I would swim there. It would be like swimming in a forest.”
He looked in the tall reeds. And there was the duckling, swimming and having fun.
“Hello, little one, I see you,” said Little Bear.
“Peep!” said the duckling and swam to the others.
Just in time, too, because his mother came back.
“Hooray!” said Duck. “Now I am free! Now we can go to the party.”
They went to the party.
Emily said, “I think ducklings are lovely.”
“Yes,” said Little Bear, “and owlets are nice, too.”
Emily laughed. “Oh,” she said, “I love all little animals.”
“Me too,” said Little Bear.
The Party at Owl’s House
Little Bear, Emily, Lucy, Cat, Duck, and Hen all came to Owl’s party.
Cat looked at Lucy. “Who is that?” he said.
“That is Lucy,” said Little Bear. “Lucy is Emily’s doll.”
“Yes,” said Emily. “And she tells me things. She wants to tell me something now.”
Emily put her head down to Lucy’s head.
“What?” said Cat. “I cannot hear her.”
“What is she saying?” asked Hen.
“Yes, tell us,” said Duck.
“She is saying,” said Emily, “that she wants to sit up there.”
And Emily put Lucy in a little tree.
“See?” said Little Bear. “Emily knows what Lucy wants.”
“Let’s eat,” said Cat.
Owl came out of his house. He said, “Here are the party hats. Put them on.”
So they all put on party hats and laughed at each other. Then they sat down to eat.
“Look at Lucy!” said Duck. “She wants to come down.”
They all looked, and there was Lucy, coming down all by herself.
“Oh-oh!” cried Emily. “Lucy will break!”
And Lucy broke. She broke her arm.
“Oh, Lucy!” Emily was crying. She picked up her doll and hugged her.
“Don’t cry, Emily,” said Little Bear, “we can fix her.”
“I will get some tape,” said Owl.
So Little Bear fixed Lucy. “There,” he said. “Ask her how she feels now.”
Emily put her head down to Lucy’s head.
“She says she feels fine,” said Emily. “And she says you are a very good doctor, Little Bear.”
“Tell her thank you,” said Little Bear. “If she breaks an arm or a leg again, I will fix her.”
Owl laughed. “Not today, please,” he said.
Emily sat Lucy at the table.
Hen asked, “Is she saying something?”
“Yes,” said Emily, “she wants us to begin the party.”
And that is what they did. It was a very fine party, even for Lucy.
“Your friend, Little Bear”
Summer ended, and Emily was saying good-bye. It was time to go back to school.
Mother Bear baked a cake. Little Bear made lemonade.
Mother Bear said, “Let us eat the whole cake. If we do, then it will not rain tomorrow.”
“Let it rain,” said Little Bear, “Emily will not be here tomorrow to play with me.”
“Oh,” said Emily, “we can eat the whole cake. And we can drink the lemonade.”
So they ate the cake, and drank the lemonade, and talked and talked.
Then it was time for Emily to go home.
Father Bear said, “Do not let Lucy break any more arms.”
“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?”
“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.
Owl opened the door. No one was there. Only the snow and the wind.
Owl sat by the fire again. There was another loud sound at the door.
“Who can it be,” said Owl, “knocking at my door on a night like this?”
Owl opened the door. No one was there. Only the snow and the cold.
“The poor old winter is knocking at my door,” said Owl. “Maybe it wants to sit by the fire. Well, I will be kind and let the winter come in.”
Owl opened the door very wide.
“Come in, Winter,” said Owl. “Come in and warm yourself.”
Winter came into the house. It came in very fast. A cold wind pushed Owl to the wall.
Winter ran around the room. It blew out the fire in the fireplace.
The snow covered the stairs and the hallway.
“Winter!” cried Owl. “You are my guest. This is not the way to behave!”
But Winter did not listen. It frosted the windows. It turned the pea soup into green ice.
Winter went to all the rooms of Owl’s house. Soon everything was covered with snow.
“You must go, Winter!” shouted Owl. “Go away, now!”
The wind blew around and around. Then Winter went out and slammed the front door. “Good-bye,” cried Owl, “and do not come back!”
Owl made a new fire in the fireplace. The room became warm again.
The snow melted. The green ice turned into the pea soup again.
Owl sat down in his chair and finished his supper.
Strange Bumps
Owl was in bed. “It is time to go to sleep,” he said. Then Owl saw two bumps under his blanket at the end of his bed.
“What are those strange bumps?” asked Owl.
Owl lifted the blanket. He looked into the bed. He saw only darkness.
Owl went to sleep, but he could not.
“What if those two strange bumps become bigger and bigger when I am asleep?” said Owl. “That will not be pleasant.”
Owl moved his right foot up and down. The bump on the right moved up and down.
“One of those bumps is moving!” cried Owl.
Owl moved his left foot up and down. The bump on the left moved up and down.
“The other bump is moving!” cried Owl.
Owl pulled the blanket off his bed. The bumps were not there.
All Owl saw at the end of the bed were his two feet.
“But now I am cold,” said Owl. “I will cover myself with the blankets again.”
When he did, he saw the two bumps again.
“The bumps are back!” shouted Owl. “Bumps, bumps, bumps! I will never sleep tonight!”
Owl jumped up and down on his bed.
“Where are you? What are you?” he cried.
With a crash the bed broke.
Owl ran down the stairs. He sat in his chair by the fire.
“Let those two strange bumps sit on my bed,” said Owl. “Let them grow as big as they wish. I will sleep here where I am safe.”
And that is what he did.
Tear-water Tea
Owl took the kettle out of the cupboard.
“Tonight I will make tear-water tea,” he said.
He put the kettle on his lap. “Now,” said Owl, “I will begin.”
Owl sat very still. He began to think of things that were sad.
“Chairs with broken legs,” said Owl. His eyes began to water.
“Songs that cannot be sung,” said Owl, “because the words are forgotten.”
Owl began to cry. A big tear rolled down his face and dropped into the kettle.
“Spoons and forks that are lost,” said Owl.
More tears dropped into the kettle.
“Books that cannot be read,” said Owl, “because some pages are lost.”
“Clocks that are broken,” said Owl, “because no one could fix them.”
Owl was crying. Many big tears dropped into the kettle.
“Mornings nobody saw because everybody was sleeping,” cried Owl.
“Vegetables left on a plate,” he cried, “because no one wanted to eat them. And pencils that are too short to use.”
Owl thought about many other sad things. He cried and cried.
Soon the kettle was filled with tears.
“There,” said Owl. “That is enough!”
Owl stopped crying. He put the kettle on the stove to boil for tea.
Owl felt happy when he filled his cup with tea.
“It is a little salty,” he said, “but tear-water tea is always very good.”
Upstairs and Downstairs
Owl’s house had an upstairs and a downstairs.
There were twenty stairs between them.
Sometimes Owl was upstairs in his bedroom.
Other times Owl was downstairs in his living room.
When Owl was downstairs, he said, “I wonder how my upstairs is?”
When Owl was upstairs, he said, “I wonder how my downstairs is? I always miss one place or the other. I want to be upstairs and downstairs at the same time.”
“Maybe if I run very very fast, I can be in both places at the same time,” said Owl.
Owl ran up the stairs. “I am up,” he said.
Owl ran down the stairs. “I am down,” he said.
Owl ran up and down the stairs faster and faster.
“Owl!” he cried. “Are you downstairs?”
There was no answer.
“No,” said Owl. “I am not downstairs because I am upstairs. I am not running fast enough.”
“Owl!” he shouted again. “Are you upstairs?”
There was no answer.
“No,” said Owl. “I am not upstairs because I am downstairs. I must run faster.”
“Faster, faster, faster!” cried Owl.
Owl ran upstairs and downstairs all evening.
But he could not be in both places at the same time.
“When I am up,” said Owl, “I am not down. When I am down, I am not up. All I am is very tired!”
Owl sat down to rest. He sat on the tenth step because it was a place that was right in the middle.
Owl and the Moon
One night Owl went to the seashore.
He sat on a big rock and looked at the waves. Everything was dark.
Then the moon went up over the sea.
Owl watched the moon. It went higher and higher into the sky.
Soon the whole, round moon was shining.
Owl sat on the rock and looked at the moon for a long time.
“If I am looking at you, moon, then you must be looking at me. We must be very good friends.”
The moon did not answer, but Owl said, “I will come back and see you again, moon. But now I must go home.”
Owl walked back home. He looked at the sky.
The moon was still there. It was following him.
“No, no, moon,” said Owl. “It is kind of you to light my way. But you must stay over the sea where you look so fine.”
Owl walked a little farther. He looked at the sky again.
There was the moon following him.
“Dear moon,” said Owl, “you really must not come home with me. My house is small. You would not fit in it. And I have nothing to give you for supper.”
Owl walked and walked. The moon followed him over the tops of the trees.
“Moon,” said Owl, “I think that you do not hear me.”
Owl climbed to the top of a hill. He shouted loudly, “Good-bye, moon!”
The moon went behind some clouds. Owl looked and looked. The moon was gone.
“It is always a little sad to say good-bye to a friend,” said Owl.
Owl came home. He put on his pajamas and went to bed.
The room was very dark. Owl was still feeling sad.
Suddenly, silver light filled Owl’s bedroom. Owl looked out of the window.
The moon came from behind the clouds.
“Moon, you followed me all the way home! What a good, round friend you are!” said Owl.
Then Owl put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.
The moon was shining through the window.
Owl did not feel sad.
Mouse Tales
by Arnold Lobel
The Wishing Well
A mouse once found a wishing well.
“Now all of my wishes can come true!” she cried.
She threw a penny into the wishing well and made a wish.
“Ouch!” said the wishing well.
The next day the mouse came back to the well.
She threw a penny into the wishing well and made a wish.
“Ouch!” said the well.
The next day the mouse came back again.
She threw a penny into the wishing well.
“I wish this well would not say ouch,” she said.
“Ouch!” said the well. “That hurts!”
“What shall I do?” cried the mouse. “My wishes will never come true!”
The mouse ran home. She took the pillow from her bed.
“This may help,” said the mouse, and she ran back to the well.
The mouse threw the pillow into the well.
Then she threw a penny into the well and made a wish.
“Ah! That feels much better!” said the well.
“Good,” said the mouse. “Now I can start wishing.”
Then the mouse made many wishes by the well.
And every one of them came true.
Clouds
A little mouse went for a walk with his mother.
They went to the top of the hill and looked at the sky.
“Look!” said Mother.”We can see pictures in the clouds.”
The little mouse and his mother saw many pictures in the clouds.
They saw a castle, a rabbit, and a mouse.
“I will go and pick flowers,” said Mother.
“I will stay here and watch the clouds,” said the little mouse.
The little mouse saw a big cloud in the sky. It became bigger and bigger.
The cloud became a cat. The cat came closer and closer to the little mouse.
“Help!” shouted the little mouse, and he ran to his mother.
“There is a big cat in the sky!” cried the little mouse. “I am scared!”
Mother looked at the sky. “Do not be scared,” she said. “See, the cat is a cloud again.”
The little mouse saw that this was true, and he felt better.
He helped his mother pick flowers, but he did not look at the sky the whole day.
Very Tall Mouse and Very Short Mouse
Once there was a very tall mouse and a very short mouse who were good friends.
When they met, Very Tall Mouse said, “Hello, Very Short Mouse.” And Very Short Mouse said, “Hello, Very Tall Mouse.”
The two friends went for a walk together.
When they walked, Very Tall Mouse said, “Hello, birds!”
And Very Short Mouse said, “Hello, bugs!”
When they passed by a garden, Very Tall Mouse said, “Hello, flowers.”
And Very Short Mouse said, “Hello, roots.”
When they passed by a house, Very Tall Mouse said, “Hello, roof.”
And Very Short Mouse said, “Hello, cellar.”
One day the two mice were caught in a rain.
Very Tall Mouse said, “Hello, raindrops.”
And Very Short Mouse said, “Hello, puddles.”
They ran home to get dry.
“Hello, ceiling,” said Very Tall Mouse.
“Hello, floor,” said Very Short Mouse.
Soon the rain was over. The two friends ran to the window.
Very Tall Mouse held Very Short Mouse up to see.
“Hello, rainbow,” they both said together.
The Mouse and the Winds
A mouse went sailing in his boat, but there was no wind.
The boat did not move.
“Wind!” shouted the mouse. “Come here and blow my boat across the lake!”
“Here I am,” said the west wind.
The west wind blew and blew. The mouse and the boat went up in the air and landed on the roof of a house.
“Wind!” shouted the mouse. “Come here and blow my boat off this house!”
“Here I am,” said the east wind.
The east wind blew and blew. The mouse and the boat and the house went up in the air and landed on the top of a tree.
“Wind!” shouted the mouse. “Come here and blow my boat off this house and off this tree!”
“Here I am,” said the south wind.
The south wind blew and blew. The mouse and the boat and the house and the tree went up in the air and landed on the top of a mountain.
“Wind!” shouted the mouse. “Come here and blow my boat off this house and off this tree and off this mountain!”
“Here I am,” said the north wind.
The north wind blew and blew. The mouse and the boat and the house and the tree and the mountain went up in the air and fell into the lake.
The mountain became an island.
The tree landed on the island and started to bloom.
The house landed next to the tree.
A lady looked out of a window of the house and said, “What a nice place to live!”
And the mouse just sailed away.
The Journey
There was a mouse who wanted to visit his mother.
So he bought a car and drove to his mother’s house.
He drove and drove and drove until the car broke.
But at the side of the road there was a person who was selling roller skates.
So the mouse bought two roller skates and put them on.
He rolled and rolled and rolled until the wheels broke.
But at the side of the road there was a person who was selling boots.
So the mouse bought two boots and put them on.
He marched and marched and marched until there were big holes in the boots.
But at the side of the road there was a person who was selling sneakers.
So the mouse bought two sneakers and put them on.
He ran and ran and ran until the sneakers tore.
So he took the sneakers off and walked and walked and walked until his feet hurt.
But at the side of the road there was a person who was selling feet.
So the mouse took off his old feet and put on the new feet.
He ran all the way to his mother’s house.
When he got there, his mother was glad to see him.
She hugged him and kissed him, and she said, “Hello, my son. You look fine, and what nice new feet you have!”
The Old Mouse
There was an old mouse who went for a walk every day.
The old mouse did not like children. When he saw them on the street, he shouted, “Go away, horrible things!”
One day the old mouse was walking on the street.
Suddenly, his belt broke, and his pants fell down.
Some ladies passed by.
“Help! Help!” cried the old mouse.
But the ladies shouted, “Your pants have fallen down!”
And they ran away.
The old mouse ran home and cried, “Help me!”
But his wife said, “You look silly in your underpants,” and she hit him on the head.
The old mouse began to cry.
Some children passed by.
“Poor old mouse,” they said, “we will help you. Here is some chewing gum. It will hold your pants very well.”
The old mouse took the chewing gum.
“Look!” cried the old mouse. “My pants are up! This chewing gum is great. My pants will never fall down again.”
The pants never fell down again.
And after that the old mouse was always kind to children when he went for a walk.
Bees and the Mud
A mouse was walking through the forest.
A nest of bees fell from a tree. It landed on the top of his head.
“Bees,” said the mouse, “fly away! I do not want a nest of bees on my head.”
But the bees said, “We like your ears, we like your nose, we like your whiskers. Oh yes, this is a fine place for our nest. We will never fly away.”
The mouse was sad. He did not know what to do.
The bees buzzed very loudly.
The mouse walked on. He came to a muddy swamp.
“Bees,” said the mouse, “I have a nest, too. It is my home. If you want to stay on my head, come home with me.”
“Oh yes,” said the bees. “We like your ears, we like your nose, we like your whiskers. We will be glad to come home with you.”
“Very well,” said the mouse. He stepped into the mud up to his knees.
“Here is my front door,” said the mouse.
“Oh yes,” said the bees.
The mouse stepped into the mud up to his waist.
“Here is my living room,” said the mouse.
“Oh yes,” said the bees.
The mouse stepped into the mud up to his chin.
“Here is my bedroom,” said the mouse.
“Oh yes,” said the bees.
“And now I will go to sleep,” said the mouse.
He put his head into the mud.
“Oh no!” said the bees. “We like your front door. We like your living room. We like your bedroom. But no, no, no, we do not like your bed!”
The bees flew away.
And the mouse went home to take a bath.
The Bath
Once there was a mouse who was very dirty, so he took a bath. The water filled up the bathtub.
But the mouse was still dirty, so he let the water run onto the floor. The water filled up the bathroom.
But the mouse was still dirty, so he let the water run out of the window. The water filled up the street.
But the mouse was still dirty, so he let the water run into the house next door.
The people in the house next door cried, “Turn off the water! We already had our bath today!”
But the mouse was still dirty, so he let the water run all over the whole town.
The people in the town cried, “Turn off the water! You are very clean now!”
The mouse said, “Yes, you are right. I am clean now.”
So he turned off the water. The town was all wet.
But the mouse did not care. He dried himself with a big towel.
And then he went to sleep.
Two Big Stones
Two big stones sat on the side of a hill. Grass and flowers grew there.
“This side of the hill is nice,” said the first stone. “But what is on the other side of the hill?”
“We do not know. We never will,” said the second stone.
One day a bird flew by.
“Bird, can you tell us what is on the other side of the hill?” asked the stones.
The bird flew high in the sky. He flew over the hill.
He came back and said, “I can see towns and castles. I can see mountains and valleys. It is a wonderful sight.”
The first stone said, “All those things are on the other side of the hill.”
“How sad,” said the second stone. “We cannot see them. We never will.”
The two stones sat on the side of the hill. They felt sad for one hundred years.
One day a mouse walked by.
“Mouse, can you tell us what is on the other side of the hill?” asked the stones.
The mouse climbed to the top of the hill and looked down.
He came back and said, “I can see earth and stones. I can see grass and flowers. It is a wonderful sight.”
The first stone said, “The bird told us a lie. That side of the hill looks just like this side of the hill.”
“Oh good!” said the second stone. “We feel happy now. We always will.”
The Crickets
One night a mouse woke up.
There was a loud sound outside her window.
“What is that?” asked the mouse.
She opened her window and saw a cricket.
“What did you say?” asked a cricket. “I cannot hear you and make my music at the same time.”
“I want to sleep,” said the mouse. “I do not want your music.”
“What did you say?” asked the cricket. “You want more music? I will find a friend.”
Soon there were two crickets playing music.
“Please stop the music,” said the mouse. “I cannot hear it anymore.”
“What did you say?” asked the cricket. “You want to hear more music? We will find another friend.”
Soon there were three crickets playing music.
“You must stop the music!” said the mouse. “I am tired. I cannot take it much more.”
“What did you say?” asked the cricket. “You want much more music? We will find many friends.”
Soon there were ten crickets playing music.
“Stop!” cried the mouse. “Your music is too loud!”
“What? Not loud?” asked the cricket. “We can play the music louder!”
So the ten crickets played the music very loudly.
“Please!” shouted the mouse. “I want to sleep! GO AWAY!”
“Go away?” asked the cricket. “Why didn’t you say it before?”
“We will go away and play our music somewhere else,” said the ten crickets.
They went away and played their music somewhere else.
And the mouse went back to sleep.
Vocabulary
A
across ÷åðåç, ïîïåð¸ê, íàïðîòèâ
again îïÿòü, ñíîâà
air âîçäóõ
already óæå
always âñåãäà
another äðóãîé, åù¸ îäèí
answer îòâåò, îòâå÷àòü
apple ÿáëîêî
arm ðóêà
around âîêðóã
ask ñïðàøèâàòü
asleep ñïÿùèé
away ïðî÷ü
B
baby sit ïðèñìàòðèâàòü çà äåòüìè, íÿí÷èòü
back íàçàä
bake ïå÷ü, âûïåêàòü
Bang! Áàõ!
basket êîðçèíêà
bath êóïàíèå â âàííå
bathroom âàííàÿ êîìíàòà
bathtub âàííà
be back âîçâðàùàòüñÿ
be over çàêàí÷èâàòüñÿ
bear ìåäâåäü
because ïîòîìó ÷òî
become (became, become) ñòàíîâèòüñÿ, ïðåâðàùàòüñÿ
bed êðîâàòü
bedroom ñïàëüíÿ
bee ï÷åëà
begin (began, begun) íà÷èíàòü
behave âåñòè ñåáÿ
behind çà, ïîçàäè
belt ðåìåíü
between ìåæäó
bigger áîëüøå
bird ïòèöà
birthday äåíü ðîæäåíèÿ
black ÷¸ðíûé
blackbird äðîçä
blanket îäåÿëî
bloom öâåñòè
blow (blew, blown) äóòü
blow out çàäóòü, ïîòóøèòü
blue ñèíèé, ãîëóáîé
boat ëîäêà
boil êèïÿòèòü
book êíèãà
boots áîòèíêè
both îáà
bread õëåá
break (broke, broken) ëîìàòü, ëîìàòüñÿ
brush êàñàòüñÿ, çàäåâàòü
bug æóê
bump âûïóêëîñòü, âçäóòèå
buzz æóææàòü
C
cake òîðò
call çâàòü
can (could) ìî÷ü, óìåòü
car ìàøèíà
care áåñïîêîèòüñÿ, âîëíîâàòüñÿ
carrot ìîðêîâü
castle çàìîê
cat êîò, êîøêà
catch (caught, caught) ëîâèòü, ïîéìàòü
cave ïåùåðà
ceiling ïîòîëîê
cellar ïîäâàë
chair ñòóë
chat áåñåäîâàòü, áîëòàòü
chewing gum æåâàòåëüíàÿ ðåçèíêà
children äåòè
chin ïîäáîðîäîê
China Êèòàé
chopsticks ïàëî÷êè äëÿ åäû
clean ÷èñòûé
clever óìíûé
climb âçáèðàòüñÿ
climb down ñïóñêàòüñÿ, ñëåçàòü
climb out âûëåçàòü, âûáèðàòüñÿ
clock ÷àñû
close áëèçêî
closer áëèæå
cloud îáëàêî
coat ïàëüòî
cold õîëîäíûé
come (came, come) ïðèõîäèòü
come back âîçâðàùàòüñÿ
come down ñïóñêàòüñÿ
come in âõîäèòü, çàõîäèòü
come out âûõîäèòü
come true ñáûâàòüñÿ (î ìå÷òàõ)
cook ãîòîâèòü åäó
cookie ïå÷åíüå
cooking ñòðÿïíÿ, êóëèíàðèÿ
cool ïðîõëàäíûé
cover ïîêðûâàòü, óêðûâàòü
crash ãðîõîò, òðåñê
cricket ñâåð÷îê
cry êðè÷àòü, ïëàêàòü
cupboard áóôåò, ïîñóäíûé øêàô
D
dance òàíåö, òàíöåâàòü
dark ò¸ìíûé, òåìíî
darkness òåìíîòà
dear äîðîãîé, ìèëûé
dirty ãðÿçíûé
doll êóêëà
door äâåðü
down âíèç
downstairs íèæíèé ýòàæ, âíèçó
drive (drove, driven) âåñòè, åõàòü (íà ìàøèíå)
drop êàïàòü
dry ñóõîé, âûòèðàòü
duck óòêà
duckling óò¸íîê
E
each êàæäûé
each other äðóã äðóãà
ear óõî
earth çåìëÿ
east âîñòîê, âîñòî÷íûé
eat (ate, eaten) êóøàòü, åñòü
else åù¸, äðóãîé
end çàêàí÷èâàòüñÿ, êîíåö
enough äîñòàòî÷íî
evening âå÷åð
every êàæäûé
everyone âñå, êàæäûé
everything âñ¸
everywhere âåçäå
eye ãëàç
F
face ëèöî
fall (fell, fallen) ïàäàòü
fall down ïàäàòü âíèç
far äàëåêî, äàë¸êèé
farther äàëüøå
fast áûñòðûé, áûñòðî
faster áûñòðåå
fat òîëñòûé
father îòåö, ïàïà
feather ïåðî
feel (felt, felt) ÷óâñòâîâàòü
feet íîãè, ñòóïíè
field ïîëå
fill íàïîëíÿòü
fill up íàïîëíÿòü äî êðà¸â
find (found, found) íàõîäèòü
fine õîðîøèé, ïðåêðàñíûé
finish çàêàí÷èâàòü
fire îãîíü
fireplace êàìèí
first ïåðâûé
fish ðûáà, ðûáà÷èòü
fisherman ðûáàê
fishing ðûáàëêà
fit óìåùàòüñÿ, ïîäõîäèòü
fix ÷èíèòü, èñïðàâëÿòü
floor ïîë
flower öâåòîê
fly (flew, flown) ëåòàòü, ïðîëåòàòü
fly away óëåòàòü
fly by ïðîëåòàòü ìèìî
follow èäòè ñëåäîì, ñëåäîâàòü
fool äóðà÷èòüñÿ
foot ñòóïíÿ, íîãà
forest ëåñ
forget (forgot, forgotten) çàáûâàòü
fork âèëêà
four ÷åòûðå
free ñâîáîäíûé
friend äðóã
frog ëÿãóøêà
front ïåðåä, ïåðåäíèé
frost ïîêðûâàòü èíååì, çàìîðàæèâàòü
fun âåñåëüå
fur ìåõ
fur coat øóáà
G
garden ñàä
get (got, got) ïîëó÷àòü, ñòàíîâèòüñÿ
get married æåíèòüñÿ
get up âñòàâàòü
girl äåâî÷êà
give (gave, given) äàâàòü
glad äîâîëüíûé, ðàäîñòíûé
go (went, gone) èäòè, õîäèòü
go away óõîäèòü
go back âîçâðàùàòüñÿ
go out âûõîäèòü
goblin äîìîâîé, ãîáëèí
good õîðîøèé, õîðîøî
good-bye äî ñâèäàíèÿ
grass òðàâà
green çåë¸íûé
grow (grew, grown) ðàñòè
guest ãîñòü, ïîñåòèòåëü
H
hallway êîðèäîð, ïðèõîæàÿ
happy ñ÷àñòëèâûé
hat øàïêà, øëÿïà
head ãîëîâà
hear (heard, heard) ñëûøàòü
heart ñåðäöå
helmet øëåì
help ïîìîùü, ïîìîãàòü
hen êóðèöà
here çäåñü
hide (hid, hidden) ïðÿòàòüñÿ
high âûñîêèé
higher âûøå
hill õîëì
hit (hit, hit) áèòü, óäàðÿòü
hold (held, held) äåðæàòü
hole äûðà, îòâåðñòèå
home äîì
honey ì¸ä
Hooray! Óðà!
horrible óæàñíûé
hot æàðêèé, ãîðÿ÷èé
house äîì, çäàíèå
how êàê
hug îáíèìàòü
hundred ñòî
hurt áîëåòü, ïðè÷èíÿòü áîëü
I
ice ë¸ä
inside âíóòðü, âíóòðè
island îñòðîâ
J
jam âàðåíüå, äæåì
jar áàíêà
jump ïðûãàòü
jump up ïîäïðûãèâàòü
just òîëüêî, êàê ðàç
K
keep (kept, kept) õðàíèòü, äåðæàòü ó ñåáÿ
kettle ÷àéíèê
kind òèï, âèä, äîáðûé
kiss ïîöåëóé, öåëîâàòü
knee êîëåíî
knock ñòó÷àòü
know (knew, known) çíàòü
L
lady ëåäè
lake îçåðî
land ïðèçåìëÿòüñÿ
lap êîëåíè
late ïîçäíî
laugh ñìåÿòüñÿ
learn (learnt, learnt) ó÷èòüñÿ, íàó÷èòüñÿ
leave (left, left) óõîäèòü
left ëåâûé, íàëåâî
leg íîãà
lemonade ëèìîíàä
let (let, let) ïîçâîëÿòü
lie ëîæü, íåïðàâäà
lie (lay, lain) ëåæàòü
lift ïîäíèìàòü
light ñâåò
like êàê, íðàâèòüñÿ
listen ñëóøàòü
live æèòü
living room ãîñòèíàÿ
log áðåâíî
long äëèííûé
look ñìîòðåòü
look at ñìîòðåòü íà ÷òî-ëèáî
look back îãëÿäûâàòüñÿ
look for èñêàòü ÷òî-ëèáî
look out âûãëÿäûâàòü
lose (lost, lost) òåðÿòü
lost ïîòåðÿâøèéñÿ, ïîòåðÿííûé
loud ãðîìêèé
loudly ãðîìêî
love ëþáîâü, ëþáèòü
lovely ìèëûé
lunch ëåí÷, îáåä
M
make (made, made) äåëàòü, èçãîòàâëèâàòü
make a wish çàãàäûâàòü æåëàíèå
march øàãàòü, ìàðøèðîâàòü
may (might) ìîæíî
maybe ìîæåò áûòü, âîçìîæíî
melt òàÿòü
meet (met, met) âñòðå÷àòü, çíàêîìèòüñÿ
mice ìûøè
middle ñåðåäèíà
milk ìîëîêî
miss ñêó÷àòü
monster ÷óäèùå, ìîíñòð
moon ëóíà
morning óòðî
mother ìàìà
mountain ãîðà
mouse ìûøü
move äâèãàòüñÿ
mud ãðÿçü
muddy ãðÿçíûé
music ìóçûêà
My goodness! Ãîñïîäè! Áîæå ìîé!
N
nap äðåìîòà, êîðîòêèé ñîí
need íóæäàòüñÿ
nest ãíåçäî
never íèêîãäà
new íîâûé
next ñëåäóþùèé
next door ïî ñîñåäñòâó
next to ðÿäîì ñ
nice ìèëûé
night íî÷ü
north ñåâåð, ñåâåðíûé
nose íîñ
nothing íè÷åãî
now ñåé÷àñ
O
ocean îêåàí
octopus îñüìèíîã
Oh dear! Î ãîñïîäè!
once îäíàæäû
Oops! Îé!
open îòêðûâàòü, îòêðûòûé
other äðóãîé
others äðóãèå
Ouch! Àé!
our íàø
outside ñíàðóæè, íàðóæó
over íàä
owl ñîâà, ôèëèí
owlet ñîâ¸íîê
P
page ñòðàíèöà
pajamas ïèæàìà
pants øòàíû, áðþêè
paper áóìàãà
party ïðàçäíèê, âå÷åðèíêà
pass ïðîõîäèòü
pass by ïðîõîäèòü ìèìî
pea ãîðîõ, ãîðîõîâûé
peep ïèùàòü
pen øàðèêîâàÿ ðó÷êà
pencil êàðàíäàø
penny ïåííè, ìîíåòêà
person ÷åëîâåê
pick ñîáèðàòü
pick up ïîäíèìàòü, áðàòü íà ðóêè
picture êàðòèíêà, êàðòèíà
pillow ïîäóøêà
pipe êóðèòåëüíàÿ òðóáêà
pit-pat òîï-òîï, øë¸ï-øë¸ï
place ìåñòî
plate òàðåëêà
pleasant ïðèÿòíûé
pocketbook çàïèñíàÿ êíèæêà
pond ïðóä
poor áåäíûé, íåñ÷àñòíûé
pot êàñòðþëÿ, ãîðøîê
potato êàðòîôåëü
pretty ñèìïàòè÷íûé, êðàñèâûé
princess ïðèíöåññà
puddle ëóæà
pull òÿíóòü, òàùèòü
pull off ñòÿíóòü, ñòàùèòü
push òîëêàòü
put (put, put) êëàñòü
put down îïóñêàòü, êëàñòü
put on íàäåâàòü
Q
quiet òèõèé, òèõî
R
rabbit êðîëèê
rain äîæäü
rainbow ðàäóãà
raindrop äîæäåâàÿ êàïëÿ
read (read, read) ÷èòàòü
real íàñòîÿùèé
really ïðàâäà, äåéñòâèòåëüíî
reed êàìûø, òðîñòíèê
right ïðÿìî, ïðàâûé
river ðåêà
road äîðîãà
robin ìàëèíîâêà
rock êàìåíü
roll êàòèòüñÿ
roller skates ðîëèêîâûå êîíüêè
roof êðûøà
root êîðåíü
round êðóãëûé, âîêðóã
run (ran, run) áåæàòü
run after áåæàòü çà êåì-òî
run around áåãàòü âîêðóã
run away óáåãàòü
run back áåæàòü îáðàòíî
S
sad ãðóñòíûé
safe áåçîïàñíûé
sail ïëûòü íà ëîäêå, ïîä ïàðóñîì
sail away óïëûâàòü
salty ñîë¸íûé
same îäèíàêîâûé, òàêîé æå
say (said, said) ñêàçàòü
scared èñïóãàííûé
sea ìîðå
second âòîðîé
see (saw, seen) âèäåòü
sell (sold, sold) ïðîäàâàòü
send (sent, sent) ïîñûëàòü
shine (shone, shone) ñèÿòü, ñâåòèòü
shoe òóôëÿ
short íèçêîãî ðîñòà, êîðîòêèé
shout êðè÷àòü
shut (shut, shut) çàêðûâàòü
side ñòîðîíà
sight âèä
silly ãëóïûé
silver ñåðåáðÿíûé
sing (sand, sung) ïåòü
sit (sat, sat) ñàäèòüñÿ, ñèäåòü
sit down ñåñòü
skunk ñêóíñ
sky íåáî
slam çàõëîïûâàòü
sleep ñïàòü
sleepy ñîííûé
smell ïàõíóòü
sneakers êðîññîâêè
snow ñíåã
snowy ñíåæíûé
so ïîýòîìó, èòàê
sofa äèâàí
some íåñêîëüêî, íåêîòîðûå
something ÷òî-òî
somewhere ãäå-òî
song ïåñíÿ
soon âñêîðå, ñêîðî
sound çâóê
soup ñóï
south þã, þæíûé
space êîñìè÷åñêèé
sparrow âîðîáåé
spoon ëîæêà
spot ìåñòî
spring âåñíà
squirrel áåëêà
stairs ñòóïåíè ëåñòíèöû
stand (stood, stood) ñòîÿòü
start íà÷èíàòü
stay îñòàâàòüñÿ
step ñòóïåíü, ñòóïàòü
still âñ¸ åù¸, ñïîêîéíûé, òèõèé
stone êàìåíü
stop îñòàíàâëèâàòüñÿ
story ðàññêàç, èñòîðèÿ
stove ïå÷ü, êóõîííàÿ ïëèòà
strange ñòðàííûé
street óëèöà
such òàêîé
suddenly âäðóã, íåîæèäàííî
summer ëåòî
supper óæèí
surprise ñþðïðèç
swamp áîëîòî
sweet ìèëûé, ïðèÿòíûé
swim (swam, swum) ïëàâàòü
T
take (took, taken) áðàòü
take back çàáèðàòü
take off ñíèìàòü
take out âûíèìàòü, äîñòàâàòü
tale ðàññêàç
talk ðàçãîâàðèâàòü
tall âûñîêèé
tape êëåéêàÿ ëåíòà
tea ÷àé
tear ñëåçà, ñë¸çíûé
tear (tore, torn) ðâàòü, ðàçðûâàòü
tell ðàññêàçûâàòü
ten äåñÿòü
tent ïàëàòêà, òåíò
tenth äåñÿòûé
thank áëàãîäàðèòü
that òî, òîò
then òîãäà
there òàì
these ýòè
thing âåùü, ïðåäìåò, øòóêà
think (thought, thought) äóìàòü
this ýòî, ýòîò
those òå
time âðåìÿ, ðàç
tired óñòàëûé
toast òîñò, ñóõàðèê
today ñåãîäíÿ
together âìåñòå
tomato òîìàò, ïîìèäîð
tomorrow çàâòðà
tonight ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì
too òîæå, ñëèøêîì
top âåðøèíà, ìàêóøêà
town ãîðîä
toy èãðóøå÷íûé; èãðóøêà
tree äåðåâî
treetop âåðõóøêà äåðåâà
true ïðàâäà, ïðàâäèâûé
tunnel òîííåëü
turn ïîâîðà÷èâàòü
turn into ïðåâðàùàòüñÿ
turn off âûêëþ÷àòü
twenty äâàäöàòü
U
under ïîä
underpants êàëüñîíû, òðóñû
unhappy íåñ÷àñòíûé
until äî òåõ ïîð
up ââåðõ
upstairs íàâåðõó, íà âòîðîì ýòàæå
V
valley äîëèíà
vegetable îâîù
very î÷åíü
Viking âèêèíã
visit ïîñåùàòü, ïðèõîäèòü â ãîñòè
W
waist òàëèÿ, ïîÿñ
wait æäàòü
walk èäòè, ïðîãóëêà
wall ñòåíà
want õîòåòü
warm ò¸ïëûé
watch ñìîòðåòü, íàáëþäàòü
water âîäà, ïîëèâàòü
wave âîëíà
way ïóòü, äîðîãà
wedding ñâàäüáà
well êîëîäåö
west çàïàä, çàïàäíûé
wet ìîêðûé
whale êèò
wheel êîëåñî
where ãäå
whiskers óñèêè
who êòî
whole öåëûé
wide øèðîêèé
wife æåíà
wind âåòåð
window îêíî
wing êðûëî
winter çèìà
wish æåëàíèå, æåëàòü
wishing well êîëîäåö, èñïîëíÿþùèé æåëàíèÿ
wonder èíòåðåñîâàòüñÿ, ðàçìûøëÿòü
wonderful ÷óäåñíûé, ïðåêðàñíûé
word ñëîâî
world ìèð
worm ÷åðâÿê
write (wrote, written) ïèñàòü
Y
year ãîä
yet åù¸
Îãëàâëåíèå
Little Bear by Else Holmelund Minarik What Will Little Bear Wear? A Kiss for Little Bear Little Bear Goes to the Moon Birthday Soup Little Bear’s Wish Little Bear and Owl Little Bear and Emily Duck, Baby Sitter The Party at Owl’s House “Your friend, Little Bear” Grandmother and Grandfather Bear Mother Bear’s Robin Goblin Story Not Tired Owl at Home by Arnold Lobel The Guest Strange Bumps Tear-water Tea Upstairs and Downstairs Owl and the Moon Mouse Tales by Arnold Lobel The Wishing Well Clouds Very Tall Mouse and Very Short Mouse The Mouse and the Winds The Journey The Old Mouse Bees and the Mud The Bath Two Big Stones The Crickets Vocabulary A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W Y
