The Bear’s Breakfast
This is a “small Story” for our younger listeners, but we hope if you are a little bit older you will also find it amusing. We will be doing a few more of these.
The Bear’s Breakfast Read by Jana Written by Bertie
Hello, This is Jana. And I’m here with one of our Small Stories. This one might seem a little bit familiar. But then again, it’s also a little bit different. I hope you like it, and see if it makes your tummy just a bit hungry.
A bear was walking down the road.
He passed by a house and smelt a nice smell.
He stopped.
He sniffed.
He looked through the window.
A little girl was eating her breakfast.
“Hmmm,” said the bear.
“I think I will join her.”
He went through the gate and knocked on the door.
Knock. Knock.
Inside the house, a woman shouted,
“Quick! Run upstairs and hide. There’s a bear at the door!”
The family ran upstairs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“That’s strange,” thought the bear.
He pushed the door open and went inside.
The bear walked into the kitchen.
He opened a cupboard and found a box of golden breakfast flakes.
He tried a pawful.
Crunch. Crunch.
“Too sugary,” he said.
Next he put a slice of bread in the toaster.
Pop!
He tried the toast.
Crunch. Crunch.
“Too dry,” he said.
Then he found a jar of oats.
“Ah,” said the bear.
“Porridge.”
He made a bowl of porridge and blew on it to cool it down.
He took a spoonful.
“Lovely,” he said.
“Just right.”
After breakfast, the bear went into the sitting room.
He sat on a little chair.
Crack!
He sat on a medium chair.
Crack!
He sank into the sofa. Hmmm, it was just right.
He found the TV remote between the cushions. He flicked it on.
“Breakfast television,” he said. “Talking heads… So boring.”
He put the remote down and went upstairs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
In the small bedroom he saw a bed with a teddy on the pillow.
“Sweet dreams,” said the bear.
In the bathroom, he washed his hair with honey blonde shampoo.
Then he went into the big bedroom with a towel on his head.
At first he saw nothing.
The family was hiding under the blanket.
Suddenly, a little girl popped her head out.
She pointed at him.
“A bear!” she shouted.
“Me?” said the bear.
“I’m not a bear!”
He ran downstairs as fast as he could.
He tripped over the last step and flew out of the door.
He ran down the street and did not stop.
And after that,
the bear never went back to the house
with the nice porridge
and the scary little girl. And that was the story of the Bear’s Breakfast. We hope it wasn’t too scary because we know that little girls can be VERY scary, especially if you are a bear. For now, from me Jana at Storynory
Bye for now!