“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.”