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Конкурс "Допиши рассказ"
Подкопаева Екатерина Сергеевна. 9 лет. SNOWY. LOW.
Snowy is a little polar bear cub. He lives in the northern Arctic with his family. Mummy bear, Daddy bear and Snowy can see ice and snow everywhere every day. They like swimming from ice floe to ice floe and digging holes in snow banks.
One day Snowy says, "I'm tired of this ice and snow. I'm going to live where I can see something quite different."
"But your home is here! Look!
The snowflakes are dancing in the air! They are so beautiful! Listen to the snow! It's humming a very funny song, "scoosh-scoosh, scoosh-scoosh", his mother tells him.
"Nothing can stop me", answers Snowy. "I'm packing my things and ...
.. tomorrow I am going on a long journey, and now I need to sleep well. "
Snowy makes himself comfortable in his snowy room, next to his mother, and falls asleep. While snowflakes are singing, he has a strange dream…
“There was a wonderful green meadow, with lots of green plants and animals who were very different from him, but at the same time they were all like him. They arrived from different continents. He saw a brown bear cub hidding behind his mother.
- I'm a polar bear Snowy, I live in Northern Arctic. Who are you? "- asked Snowy.
- I'm Michael, a brown bear. I live in Russia, let's be friends! - And he handed him a small keg of honey.
Oh, it was so delicious!
- What are you doing here? - Misha asked.
- I want to travel and see the world.
- Then let me introduce you to our relatives who live in different places of the earth.
- Have you got a family?
- Of course, and believe me, there are lots of them.
Snowy treated Misha with fresh fish and they went together. Suddenly on the tree they saw a sleeping bear, on the abdomen she had a bag. The baby came of it. He looked like his mum. He rubbed his eyes, stretched himself lazily and began to chew fragrant leaves slowly.
- Who are you? Where are you from?
- I'm koala Alla. I'm from Australia. Help yourself. It's my favorite dish-eucalyptus leaves. Climb up on my tree. We can sleep together.
- Thank you, my friend, for your hospitality – said friends, chewing leaves, - but we want to get acquainted with the other brothers. And walked on.
A little later they saw a mountain. They were climbing for a long time and reached a mountain river, on the bank they saw a black bear with a white fur on the breast, and beside her was a cub. Mother showed her little son how to catch fish in fast streaming water.
-Sorry for interrupting you, but we want to make friends! I am a polar bear Snowy, and this is my friend Mike from Russia. And who are you?
-We are Himalayan bears, pandas. We live in the mountains of the Himalayas in China, and catch fish in the mountain streams and eat with tasty bamboo leaves. Join us. It's great!
To catch same fish, the friends began to swim and dive in the river. They splashed, laughed. It was very fun. But when they laid down on the shore and began to talk.
-You know, Mike, I live in the ice, and I can only see the polar bears, I did not know that we have relatives.
-Trust me Snowy, you've met only few of our huge family.
One day I'll introduce you to our uncle, Grizzly from America, he is the biggest and strongest bear.
Our relatives live in Canada, Japan and America .
Some of them are huge and dangerous beasts, and someone are harmless and lazy like koalas. We are all different but we all bear.”
Night gave way to morning, snowflakes continued their singing, Snowy was asleep, but it was time to wake up and hit the road, He opened his eyes, his mum was snoring next to him. Dad had gone fishing.
Snowy hugged his mother and imagined himself in the far-distant country where he would be alone. He realised he would never leave his parents, he could not live without white snowflakes and their songs, without cold fresh fish, because his heart was here, as his house too. In a magical dream, he learned a lot that the world was full of different colours, sounds and smells. But more important than anything else, when you have someone to cuddle and talk with.
There is no place like home. East or west, home is best.
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