History The three cubs who wanted to fly

The three cubs who wanted to fly

In a tree-filled mountains, there lived a family of bears in their caves.

Each morning, very early, Papa Bear started working at the bottom of the mountain, it was a logger and not returning until very late in the evening. Mama Bear in the early morning, preparing breakfast for her three small cubs. In their notice, she always gave the same instructions. Indeed, Mama Bear went every morning to shop in the village market at the bottom of the mountain. And every morning she asked her young cubs to stay wise and not to leave the cave.

Every morning, small Bears obedient to their mother, and do away forever. They began to run, jump, to fight, but always with an eye on the entrance of the cave so as not to lose sight of. When they were tired, they arose in the grass near woods where there were many butterflies.

And each in its own way dreamed of flying like a butterfly.

One morning while they were all three in the process of dreaming. The first little Pooh whispered:

"What I want to fly like a butterfly"

The second small Pooh rajouta:

"I would fly like a bird while the high in the sky"

The third smaller Bear exclaimed:

"And I, like a butterfly and a bird too, for beautiful color on my wings and can climb as high as the tops of trees"

They looked all three, surprised that the other wanted the same thing.

The third smaller Pooh suddenly had an idea and proposed to her two other brothers:

"Why n'irions we not see the Old Bear, at the top of the mountain, she lives in a cave withdrawn from everyone in the village, they say that it is a witch, may we aideras she to find a way to fly? "

So our three little Bears decided to go to see the Old Bear, this morning, it was too late because Mama Bear would soon arrive, but they decided to put their plan into effect the next morning.

The next morning, the departure of Mother Bear, our three small cubs filèrent towards the cave of the Old Bear, they were not at all expected that the rise is so hard as that.

They had stopped a dozen times, if not more, because their short legs could not at all to keep pace. Or a Three Little Bears was hungry or thirsty. When it was not a sudden to run after a few mouse or mulot passing near them. They even had to stop because they saw a nest full of honey bees that were waiting at every turn.

It was not easy to catch. They had to climb on the shoulders of others to catch something not really easy because none of the three wanted to be all that below. They began therefore agree that this is the first little bear who makes the short second small-scale Bears and the third small Bear catches the honeycomb. And they divided the honey by the efforts of everyone. The first little bear who were the most greedy (but also the heaviest) was delighted with his plight because he harvested more honey than his brothers.

Thus, they seriously the mountain. They finally arrived at the cave of the Old Bear. They all three stopped at the entrance of the cave. None of the three refused to move.

The first little bear who was the most courageous (and let's not forget the most greedy, too), went a bit more and shouted to the bottom of the cave:

"There is someone? "

Nobody answered. Apart from the wind may be from the depths of the cave.

The second small bear that was the most curious, walked into the cave, he saw a light that wavered. He entered the cave and moved up to be nose to nose with a fireplace vast and the mountain itself. At the center of the chimney on fire, a pot with a strange liquid boiling.

The two other small Bears had taken their brother from a few meters away, they had to look beautiful in all corners of the cave, there was nobody.

They were disappointed to be doing all that way for nothing. The first two small Bears began to pull back when the third little bear who was the smarter, approached shelves where there were several bottles filled with miles incredible thing. It took a few, all mixed in a container and leather fit in place of the pot in the fireplace.

When everything was ready, he released three bowls, the potion versa in each bowl and gave one to each of his brothers.

The first little bear who was the bravest, drank the potion. After a few seconds, he said:

"It does make me feel anything, and it has no taste! "

The second small cub that was the most curious, drank all the potion in one fell swoop. He watched his brothers and said:

"Yes, I'm not doing anything, and it has no taste! "

While disappointed, the third little bear was the same as his brothers, he drank the potion and after a moment replied:

"You're right, it do nothing, and it has no taste, say that I am not as smart as I thought."

With these words, our three little cubs came out of the cave.

But then, come out of the cave, the first little bear began to feel strange itch. Then he ran outside, scratching against the trees to stop it. But nothing did.

The second small bear also began to feel its strange itching, and also ran in the grass to roll in all directions, but that did not stop either.

The third smaller Pooh also began to feel the itch, he tried to scratch in the trees, but not relieve, threw himself into a ball and rolled in the grass but that either did not work.

Then suddenly, the itching stopped, it was the first small Pooh, who felt something pushing him in the back, and then the second little Pooh and the third small Bear.

After a few minutes, they found all three, with beautiful butterfly wings to the plumage of birds. Their wings were even more beautiful than the most beautiful rainbow.

The first little Pooh worried how they would explain to their parents that they had wings on the back. While discussing with his brothers, the second small cub that was the most curious, not kept longer, he move his wings. At first, he failed to take off at all, then he managed a few centimeters, and when it finally came to control the beating of its wings, took off and flew as high as possible.

His two brothers turn away more and more, and forgetting their parents did exactly the same thing.

Our Three Little Bears enjoyed making Galipette, pirouetting in the air. They enjoyed to the race with the clouds. A brush the tops of trees.

They also enjoyed scare birds was stunned to see Bears adults.

When they had done enough the race with the clouds, enough flips to Galipette, Snow on the tops of trees. They landed in the clearing, which is close to their cave, the descent was much less tiring than the climb, Mama Bear had not yet returned from the market, but our three little bears, they were tired.

And they fell asleep in the grass, while the three platoons.

When they awoke a few hours later, it was with Mama Bear who had up-sides of them without their réveillés and sewed a patchwork colors of the rainbow.

Our Three Little Bears had lost their wings, but they knew in their hearts, they had experienced the most beautiful adventures. They had achieved their dream to fly like a butterfly and as a bird.

And who knows maybe our third little bear who was more clever will recall there are ingredients to a morning full of adventures.

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