Father Bear rattles the pots and pans
on top of the stove.
"Little Bear, I'm coming to get you!" he roars.
Father Bear reaches under the stove.
He feels something soft and furry.
Is it Little Bear?
No.
It's only Father Bear's old winter mitten.
Way up high Little Bear claps his paw
to his mouth. But not in time.
"I heard that Little Bear laugh," says Father.
"Now where can he be hiding?"
"Is he standing outside the front door?
I'll turn the knob softly----
and fling the door wide!"
No. There are no bears out there.
Just a family of fat little rabbits
nibbling lettuce in the garden.
"Shoo!" snorts Father Bear.
"Something is hiding in the woodbox,"
whispers Mother Bear.
"Creep over there on tip toe,
and you may catch a little bear."
Eeek!
There's just a wee mouse hiding there.
There's nobody up high, on the china shelf.
"Ouch!"
Little Bear bumps his head.
"Who said Ouch?" asksFather Bear.
"Mothere, did you say Ouch?"
"Not I," smiles Mother Bear.
Oh she is a tease.
"Now where is that naughty bear hiding?
He wouldn't run away.
Not a little bear who is always hungry
for chocolate cake."
And that big Daddy Bear cuts himself a huge piece
of chocolate cake right under the little bear's nose.
Little Bear suddenly feels hungry.
But just then Father Bear stops smack
in front of the mirror.
"Why, there he is," roars the big bear.
"But you couldn't find me," squeaks Little Bear,
reaching for chocolate cake.
Wheee!
Off Dadd's shoulders and down to the sofa.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
"Wasn't that a good hiding place, Mommy?
No one could find me up there."
"But I've found you now," says Father Bear.
Little Bear wiggles and giggles under his Daddy's
strong arm...all the way into bed.
"Did I really fool you, Daddy?"
asks Little Bear.
Father Bear just laughs and winks.
Do you think Father Bear knew all the time?
