“Tears are running down Rhyming Cow’s face!” Grumbly Bear worried. In a split second, the confused bear quietly replayed this morning’s events in his head as he looked at the ground.
Grumbly Bear thought, “First, I ate a breakfast of berries and bread. I put on my jacket and cap and closed the door of my house and went on my way to visit Rhyming Cow. Grumbly Bear remembered being disappointed while he walked along. He noticed the white snow was melting and the water was making a crashing sound as it passed over the rocks in the stream. “I don’t know why water has to run so fast?” questioned the cranky bear, “I liked the peace and quite of snow and ice.”
The next thing Grumbly Bear recalled was his walk on the trail through the woods. He always kept to the trail and never strayed into the bushes or thicket. The dormant tree branches along the side of the path had given way to waxy green leaves and a pink dotting of new buds. Grumbly Bear frowned, “I liked the bare grey branches better then these green leafy ones and I don’t like those messy cherry blossoms.” Getting more frustrated with the sights around him, Grumbly Bear huffed and continued onward.
****the continuation of this story, and the balance of the other stories, are in our manuscript which is being submitted for final editing.
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