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Are you interested in reading short stories? Then this is for you, a short story for kidsthe hunter and the bear.

Mostly kids are very keen to read short stories in their part time, so by keeping the interest of children’s, we write a collection of the short stories on our web page. one of them is below.

The Hunter And The Bear

One day in late November, as Jack’s Bear sat down for his evening black bread and beans, his front door opened and a man walked in. The man climbed into his home shoe at the Welcome Mat in late November, and he wore his blue woolen hat. Then he saw Jack sitting at the table, a spoonful of beans stuck in his right paw.

 

“You better run,” the man said, picking up his rifle. “I’m a hunter.”

 

“You had better run out,” Jack said with a smile as his teeth were shown. “I’m a bear.”

 

The hunter slowly lowered his gun.

 

“You haven’t allowed coming here,” he said. “It’s a guide cabin. It’s for people.”

 

“You’re not a guide.” Jack threw a sack of black bread and began chewing it. “You’re a hunter.”

 

The man’s moors slipped and he leaned in front of the doorpost.

 

“Honestly, I’m not a professional hunter. I’ve never had anything to eat since leaving home. I am very tired and much hungry.” He stared at the bear’s neat spread table. “Hey- is there anything new to eat and bread?”

 

Jack kept, in fact, a lot of bread and beans: it was the first day of the week and he made a fresh batch. However, he did not know how he felt about sharing his meal with a hunter.

 

“Please,” the man begged, and with that, she fell into the rocking chair.

 

“You’re feeling very hungry,” admitted Jack, “and tired. I agree that if you promise to stay only one night, I can share my meal with you. But only this once. ! ”

 

“I will be gone tomorrow morning,” the hunter said.

Only when I’m in a bad mood.”

“Well, we don’t hunt you unless you attack us.”

The hunters and the bear sat silently for a moment, watching the snow as they fought down, down, down, down.

“I’m just in a bad mood because you wander around in the woods with your guns.

How would you feel if someone in your house made a loud noise and killed things?

The Jack finished his third cup of tea and kept watching the hunter with his brown eyes.

“Listen,” Michael said suddenly, “I can’t do much about other predators.

But on my part, I promise you that I will never shoot another bear.”

“In this case,” Jack replied, “I promise you that I will never attack another human being.”

“Michael screamed, and raising his hand, he shook the bear’s paw.

When the first spring crane passed through the pivot window, its large white wings were as white as melting snow; Michael knew it was time to leave.

“Thank you,” he said standing awkwardly at the door.

But I’m not a bear – I have a family and friends in the village.

I want to make tea for my wife, and get my kids to bed, and play the harmonica.

He wishes he had a family and friends, though this was not the case for the bear.

He wondered if maybe he wasn’t as bear as he thought he was.

We can pick blueberries – there’s a huge patch just behind my house.”

Jack smiled when he thought about picking blueberries: It’s been a long day since he sat in the sun and swiped small beers from his small toes.

So it was that Jack Beer and Michael Hunter became friends, not just for one season, but for the rest of their lives.

In the summer, jack Michael would visit, and together they would pick enough blueberries for a large pie, which was large enough to be shared with the whole village.

When the villagers gathered under the stars of summer to eat their dripping, sticky, sweet pie, they were staring at the huge bear, sitting like a statue near Michael,

And in the winter, as the first snow began to fall, Michael wore his blue woolen cap and headed out into the wilds of Siberia.


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But overnight, 12 inches of snow fell in the jungles of Siberia and all roads were blocked.

“I think you have to have breakfast,” Jack spread.

 

They had ham and blueberry berry muffin and leftover beans and a cup of tea because it was cold outside. After breakfast the hunter pulled out his harmonica.

 

“You play too?” Jack said.

 

“Only ‘O Susanna,” replied the hunter, “but I’m very good at it.”

 

“‘Oh Susanna is my favorite,” said Jack.

 

So they played “A Susanna” with lunch until lunch. Going anywhere in the afternoon was a lot of snow, but Jack thought that moving forward and making snow angels wouldn’t hurt: so they slipped in the fast snow and shook their arms and legs back and forth. General Chat Lounge The hunter, whose name was Michael, laughed and said that Jack’s angel looked like another monster; Jack said Michael’s angel looked more like an insect. The hunter then tied an ice band and put his blue wool hat on it, and put his hunting gun in his icy arm. Jack made life-sized ice for six at the edge of the ice, swinging flowers through his ischemic teeth.

 

“It was fun,” said the victim in the evening as he cooked in a warm bowl of beans and black bread. “Can I stay another night?”

 

 

Snowfall in Siberia’s jungle continued to decline over three weeks. Every day Jack’s windows were baked with a thick new layer of sugar; every day, the roof of the snow rose against the green door of the shattered little hut. There was no question, now, that Michael would go anywhere. Jack and the hunter learned three new harmonica songs and signified twenty variants of ‘A Susanna’. Michael learned how to make black bread and beans, and he taught Jack how to turn some of his blueberry into a dark, flowing jam.

 

One evening after the dishes were all done, Jack asked,

 

“Why do you look for a bear?”

 

Michael thought about it, shifting his education to its past.

“Why do you attack people?”

 

“I usually don’t. Only when I’m in a bad mood.”

 

If you don’t attack us, well, we don’t hunt you.

 

The hunter and bear sat silently for a moment, watching the snow as they fight down, down, down.

 

“I’m just in a bad mood because you roam the woods with your guns. How would you feel if someone in your house made a noise and hit things?”

 

“I guess, not so well,” Michael confessed.

 

Jack finished his third cup of tea and stared at the hunter with his brown eyes.

 

“Listen to me,” said Michael, ” I cannot do much about the other hunters. But on my behalf, I promise you that I will never kill another bear.”

 

“In this case,” Jack replied, “I promise you that I will never attack another human being.”

 

“It’s a deal!” Michael shouted, and extending his hand as he shook the bear’s claw.

 

 

When the first spring crane passed through the spindle window, its large white wings were white like snow melts, Michael knew it was time to leave.

 

“Thanks,” he said standing awkwardly at the door. “I had a good time.”

 

“You don’t have to go,” Jack answered. He spoke in earnest. “I’ll miss you.”

 

“I know. I will miss you a lot. But I am not a bear – I have family and friends in the village. I want to make tea for my wife, and bring my children to bed, and play harmonica. ” . In the village band. ”

 

Jack considered these words. He wants them to have family and friends, though it was not for the bears. He thought that maybe he was not as much a bear as he thought he was.

 

“You can meet me,” Michael continued. “It will definitely surprise the villagers. We can pick blueberries – there’s a huge patch right behind my house.”

 

Jack smiled when he thought of picking blueberries: It’s a long day when he sat in the sunshine and swiped the little beer from his little toes.

 

“I think I can,” he said.

 

 

So it was that Jack Beer and Michael Hunter became friends, not only for one season, but for the rest of their lives. In summer, Jack would visit Michael, and together they would take enough blueberries for a large pie, enough to share with the entire village. When the villagers gathered under the summer stars to eat their dripping, sticky, sweet pies, they were staring at the giant bear, sitting like a statue near Michael, carefully watching its claws. Was licking

 

And in winter, as the first snow began to fall, Michael wore his blue woolen hat and went into the sea of ​​Siberia. Somewhere in the middle of the forest, he knew, was a small sleeping cabin, where his best friend was playing “O Susana” while a tea pot was boiling on the stove…

 

 

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