Bear sixty-four reads the words on his piece of paper
Number sixty-four was a shy little Bear and when it was her turn to tell a story she said she didn’t know how.
“I don’t have good words,” she said.
“What words do you have?”
She pulled a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of her shorts and read: “bug….tree…dirt.” Then she frowned and said nothing for a while. Finally she let out a deep sigh and said, “wiggle. That’s all I have.”
“Where did you get those words from?”
“My Mother Bear left them on her desk. She always wrote down words. She taught me how to read. Do you have a pen?”
The counselor pulled one from his shirt pocket and handed it to sixty-four. “Did you remember another word?”
“No.” She scribbled little exes across a word on the piece of paper. “I can’t read this one.”
“Can you make a story with the other ones?”
She smiled and nodded her head.
“Once upon a time there was a little bug. He lived on a tree with his mother. One morning when he woke up his mother was gone. The little bug was very sad. But then his mother came back and he was happy. She had just gone out to get breakfast. A week later she was gone again and the little bug cried. But soon she came back and dried his tears. She had just gone out to get him a new coat. When he woke up the third time by himself he was very upset, but he thought that she would be back before lunch and he didn’t even cry. By the time it started to get dark and she still wasn’t back, he got worried. Maybe she had fallen out of the tree and had broken a leg. He wiggled down the tree trunk and it took a long time before his feet touched the ground. As soon as he landed in the dirt he heard his mother call him from the tree and he had to climb all the way back up. She kissed him and told him never to leave the tree again. The end.”
One of the other Bears complained. “That wasn’t a real story. It didn’t have a moral.”
“I don’t know what a moral is,” said Bear number sixty-four.
“Never mind,” said the counselor, “I think you told a very good first story. Now let’s put up the tents and get ready for the night. Tomorrow I will teach you all a few new words.”
“I don’t have good words,” she said.
“What words do you have?”
She pulled a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of her shorts and read: “bug….tree…dirt.” Then she frowned and said nothing for a while. Finally she let out a deep sigh and said, “wiggle. That’s all I have.”
“Where did you get those words from?”
“My Mother Bear left them on her desk. She always wrote down words. She taught me how to read. Do you have a pen?”
The counselor pulled one from his shirt pocket and handed it to sixty-four. “Did you remember another word?”
“No.” She scribbled little exes across a word on the piece of paper. “I can’t read this one.”
“Can you make a story with the other ones?”
She smiled and nodded her head.
“Once upon a time there was a little bug. He lived on a tree with his mother. One morning when he woke up his mother was gone. The little bug was very sad. But then his mother came back and he was happy. She had just gone out to get breakfast. A week later she was gone again and the little bug cried. But soon she came back and dried his tears. She had just gone out to get him a new coat. When he woke up the third time by himself he was very upset, but he thought that she would be back before lunch and he didn’t even cry. By the time it started to get dark and she still wasn’t back, he got worried. Maybe she had fallen out of the tree and had broken a leg. He wiggled down the tree trunk and it took a long time before his feet touched the ground. As soon as he landed in the dirt he heard his mother call him from the tree and he had to climb all the way back up. She kissed him and told him never to leave the tree again. The end.”
One of the other Bears complained. “That wasn’t a real story. It didn’t have a moral.”
“I don’t know what a moral is,” said Bear number sixty-four.
“Never mind,” said the counselor, “I think you told a very good first story. Now let’s put up the tents and get ready for the night. Tomorrow I will teach you all a few new words.”
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