Two little bears

That morning, a warm ray of sunlight caresses the entrance to the cave where the cubs were born.

These put the nose out. They let themselves be enveloped by this good warmth:

It is somewhat that they found in the fur of their mother.

Mama Bear is out and watch. She knows that the time has come for her children,

To discover the world around them.

"For the first day, do not go too far," she said.

The two little ones hesitate away. The freshness of the dew tickles their paws.

The first flowers encountered make them sneeze, and the light of spring makes them a little pain to the eyes.

They play hide-and-seek in the tall grass.

"I climb this tree," said the first.

"I climb this rock," said the second.

But how hard it is to get off! So they play and run all day ...

Night comes. Alas! They do not know where they are at all. They are sleepy, but where to sleep?

They look for a little hollow to snuggle in.

In the morning, a breath, a grunt of joy awaken them. Mother Bear is there.

She has so much scented, she has sought so much in the forest, that she has finally found them.