In what fairy tales is there a mention of the wind. Fairy tale "where the north wind lives". Getting to know the world around us and developing speech

Once upon a time Veterok lived in the world, he was still quite young, inexperienced. And such a slut! Everything would be for him to play, but to have fun. Somehow he flew out for a walk and thinks about what to do, with whom to play. Suddenly he sees a girl walking along the path along the river. So beautiful, so elegant, in a straw hat!

- Let's play! The breeze laughed and blew on the girl.

At that moment, the hat flew off her head and fell into the river.

- Oh, you nasty breeze! Get out of here! It was my new hat! - the girl got angry.

The breeze was a little upset, but soon forgot about it and flew on. He flew and flew and saw a young mother with a stroller sitting on a bench and reading a book.

- Let's play! - the breeze was delighted and swirled around.

“They will definitely want to play with me,” Veterok thought, and went down to them. Let me play with you!

But only the children were not at all happy about the appearance of Veterok. Because from his breath, the roller was blown to the side, and they could not hit it with a racket in any way.
You ruined the whole game for us! they said to the wind. We don't want to play with you.

Here Veterok was completely upset and flew away. He sat on the top of the tallest pine tree and wept. The sun, which was walking in the sky, heard his cry and turned to the Wind:

"Baby, why are you crying?"

Nobody wants to play with me. Everyone kicks me out, they say that I'm nasty and bother them. Nobody needs me! Veterok explained through tears.

- Before starting to play, you asked them if they wanted to play? Maybe at that moment they were busy with something else? Maybe you interrupted them?

No, I didn't. Don't everyone want to play, how can I interfere with someone?! Wind was surprised.

“You can,” Sunny smiled affectionately. “Still, you are the wind, and you are not always in the right place. Instead of playing with those who are doing something else, you better look around and see how many people need your help.

- To whom, for example? Wind asked.

- You see, that grandmother over there, who is sitting on the bench. It seems to me that she would not refuse a light breeze,” Sunny said.

The breeze went down and heard the words of the grandmother:

- Well, it's hot today, and even I walked quickly, tired, worn out. If only the breeze blew, refreshed.

- Grandma, here I am. Do you want me to blow on you? – happily asked her Veterok.

— Yes, son. Please, Grandma said.

The breeze blew on my grandmother, and she felt much better.

“Thank you,” she said.

Today is a good day, sunny. The laundry will dry quickly. If only the breeze would blow, then we would have time to hang another basin.

“Here I am,” Veterok rejoiced. - I'll help you now!

“Thank you, you are our helper,” the woman thanked Veterok.

— I can grind the grain today if the wind blows. Until he is gone.

“Oh, what a pity, I really need flour for tonight!” - upset his interlocutor.

- I can help you! – Shouted them from above Veterok.

He began to blow on the mill with all his strength to bring its blades to work. Soon the mill began to spin, spun, and the miller managed to grind the grain.

Thank you, Veterok! the miller thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

“Oh, he doesn’t want to swim at all,” one complained to the other.

- Can I play with you? Wind asked. - I will blow on the boat, and it will easily sail forward.

- Hooray! Yes! We really want! the boys rejoiced.

The breeze played with the guys and the ship until the evening, when the Sun began to get ready for bed. The children ran home to have supper and sleep. The breeze also went to his bed. The setting sun waved goodbye to the breeze and said:

- You see - how many good deeds you did today, how many people came in handy. You're doing fine! Goodnight! Till tomorrow!

GOOD TALES ABOUT THE WIND And let's look at the wind through the eyes of a storyteller-creator! And we will see in it something surprisingly beautiful and interesting that many are not given to see .... Let's listen and play .... 1. Good fairy tale- dramatization for kids “Where does the wind live? “Stupid Calf kept thinking about the wind: “Where does he hide when he is not there? The Calf looked into the dog house and into the beehive, and then went to the meadow. He searched there, searched, and suddenly accidentally touched the bell with his foot. “Ding-ding-ding,” the bell rang, and the Calf understood everything: there, in the blue bell, the wind is hiding. "I found you! Come out, wind!" - the Calf was delighted. And the wind in the bell laughed: "Ding, ding, ding." 2. Fairy tale - opening "The Tale of the Wind" Once upon a time there was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy. Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it. The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of the boat and drive it along blue sea. Everything was good with the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good fresh wind! So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home. There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became. The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses. “I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to beautiful house knocked on the window. - Let me go, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold. But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows. They didn't recognize me, thought the wind. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself. But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames. - What bad weather! What a rain! - people said. - What a cold wind! - I'm not cold, - the wind cried, - I'm frozen. But people didn't understand him. Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter. - Wind, - said winter, - do not cry, wind! I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will warm up quickly. And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful. When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful. - Beauty-blizzard, - they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard. But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in it, the good wind (text of the fairy tale by Natalia Abramtseva) 3. Sun and Wind (according to Aesop's fable), KD Ushinsky Once the Sun and the angry north wind started a dispute about which of them is stronger. They argued for a long time and finally decided to measure their strength over the traveler, who at that very time was riding on horseback along the high road. “Look,” said the Wind, “how I will pounce on him: in an instant I will tear off his cloak. He said - and began to blow, that was urine. But the more the Wind tried, the more tightly the traveler wrapped himself in his cloak: he grumbled at the bad weather, but rode farther and farther. The wind got angry, raged, showered the poor traveler with rain and snow; cursing the Wind, the traveler pulled his cloak into his sleeves and tied it with a belt. Here the Wind himself was convinced that he could not pull off his cloak. The sun, seeing the impotence of its rival, smiled, looked out from behind the clouds, warmed and dried the earth, and at the same time the poor half-frozen traveler. Feeling the warmth sun rays, he cheered up, blessed the Sun, took off his cloak himself, rolled it up and tied it to the saddle. “You see,” the meek Sun then said to the angry Wind, “you can do much more with caress and kindness than with anger. 4. Sun, frost and wind (Latvian fairy tale) It happened in ancient times. The sun, frost and wind walked along the same path, and they talked among themselves. The sun says: - I am stronger than both of you. Frost replies: - No, I'm stronger. They understand that it is easy for a strong person to live in the world: wherever he goes, everyone is afraid of him. But how do you know which one is the strongest? They go, go and meet a man. Seeing the travelers, the man took off his hat, bowed, and walked on. But before he had time to move away, those three called him back: they want to know to whom the man bowed. Not all three? So they ask him: - Tell me, man, the truth: to which of the three of us did you bow? Not all three at once? The man thought, thought, but he did not know what to answer. You say - "all three" - God knows, will it be okay? If you say - “one”, you don’t know to whom: the sun can burn, frost can freeze, and the wind can dry the earth. The man thought: “Isn’t it better to say that you bowed to the wind? No matter how hard the sun burns, and the wind blows, it will freshen up. No matter how cold it is, and the wind blows from the south, it will get warmer. Thought it up and said: - I bowed to the wind. The sun did not like it, it threatens the man: - You will still remember that the wind was more kind to you than me. And the wind consoles a person, says: - Do not be afraid of either the sun or frost. If they start offending you, remember me. In summer, the sun decided to take revenge on man and let's shoot with rays, as much as there is heat. It became so hot for a person that he did not know where to go: neither in the yard, nor in the hut, there was no coolness, even in the water save yourself! How long can you stay in the water? Then the man remembered the wind and said: - If only the breeze blew! It wouldn't be so hot. The wind is right there - it blew from the north, and it immediately became cooler. The man again set to work, and the sun had to admit that the wind was stronger than it was. In winter, frost decided to take revenge on a person and sent such a cold that a person even wrapped himself in a fur coat in a hut. Again, the man remembered the wind and said: - If only the wind would blow, drive the clouds, then the frost would feel better. At the same time, a wind blew from the south, twisted snowstorm, frost and feel better. The man left the house and began to gather in the forest. Here the frost realized that the wind was stronger than it, that you could not compete with it. And the man went quietly into the forest for firewood. The wind met the sun and said to it: - He who does not boast of strength is stronger. Only in practice it is clear who has more power. What to discuss with children while reading these fairy tales? How to play fairy tale? Read the article on our website "Native Path"

To the grandson Vadka and all dreamers and dreamers

Ch. 1. Magic ship
GL. 2. Meeting with Alice
Ch. 3. Adventures in the underwater kingdom
Ch. 4. Through the Looking Glass
Ch. 5. Trials in the Black Labyrinth
Ch. 6. Fight in Coral Bay
Ch. 7. Big Rat and his witches
Ch. 8. Leshik and the Gemstone Forest
Ch. 9. Meeting with the Serpent Gorynych
Chapter 10. Visiting Nikita Selyanovich
Chapter 11 green river
Chapter 12 Encounter in the Ice Mountains
Chapter 13. Surprises of the Crystal Palace
Chapter 14. Fire arrows against witch clouds
Chapter 15. last fight
Epilogue

CHAPTER ONE

MAGIC SHIP

One day winter night, when full moon flooded the sleeping houses and deserted streets of one of the cities of Russia with its silvery light, a quiet melodious ringing suddenly rang out in the frosty air, as if thousands of tiny bells at once decided to ring a little. It was this ringing that probably woke up Vadka, who was sleeping peacefully with his friends, the same pupils of an orphanage as he was, in a bedroom on the second floor of an old building.

It is surprising that only he woke up and heard this ringing, and his comrades, even true friend Styopka continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. But Vadka immediately realized that this was not just. After all, he was very fond of reading different books and, especially, fairy tales and magical stories. That is why it immediately became clear to him that such a ringing happens only before the beginning of a real, real fairy tale.

And indeed! The transparent curtains of the window began to shimmer with golden light. This light flared up brighter and brighter, and suddenly Vadka saw an unusual ship flying right at him outside the window! The hull of the ship shimmered with orange-brown colors, the sails shone with a pale pink color, and flags fluttered on the masts, despite the fact that there was no wind. The flags were just amazing. On them, on a blue-blue background, was depicted ... the wind! Yes, yes, the wind! I don’t know how the artist managed to draw it, but the fact that it was the wind, and the wind was not easy, but magical, was clear at first sight. Vadka looked at all these miracles with all his eyes and wondered: "Is this a dream or not a dream?"

But no, it was not a dream! The ship sailed majestically right up to the window and stopped. Someone said: “Meow, murr - lower the ladder,” and right through the window, without breaking it for some reason, a ship ladder descended into the room (sailors call a ladder a ladder). According to him, the cat entered the room importantly! He was wearing a hat with a wonderful plume, in a black camisole embroidered with silver, in high boots, and a real sword hung on his side. In his left paw he held a telescope. Taking off his wonderful hat with a graceful movement, he said: - Meow-murr, I greet you, my young friend! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the cat Meowmurr, Captain. The captain of the ship from the magical land of fabulous winds. And what is your name?

Vadka wanted to say that the caregivers of the shelter call him Vadik, and his friends Vadka, but he caught himself in time - after all, it’s not serious to introduce yourself to the Cat-Captain with such frivolous names.

My name is Vadim,” he said proudly.

Vadimur! the guest exclaimed. “That’s what you will be called in our magical land.” But let me tell you the reason for my visit.

Vadka automatically nodded, and the Cat, sitting down in an old armchair that appeared from nowhere behind him, began his story.

The Story of the Fairy World as told by Captain Meow Murr

Imagine, Vadimiur, that in addition to your world in which you live, there is another world - the world of fairy tales and fantasies. It is in this world that the fabulous wind is born. This wind originates in magical meadows and forest clearings, where amazing scarlet flowers grow. When the rays of the sun, moon or stars fall on these flowers, they begin to softly play magical melodies. At this moment, invisible whirlwinds arise around the storytellers sitting in such meadows, which, absorbing the thoughts of storytellers, music and the scent of flowers, unite and turn into a fabulous wind. And only this wind gives life to our fabulous people. It fills the sails of our ships, turns the wings of our windmills, energizes the inhabitants and allows them to perform miracles. He breaks into other worlds. And then writers and poets, musicians and inventors appear there.

Meow-murr was silent for a while, probably in order for Vadka to properly imagine magical land and a fabulous wind, and then continued: - I know that you, Vadimiur, love fairy tales. After all, around everyone who reads and tells different stories, or at least invents something new a little, this invisible whirlwind appears - an echo of our fabulous wind. Here is my ship and sailed on the breeze from your room. It looks like you dreamed about something in your dream. Yes, and no wonder. You must have read something in the evening.

He stroked the spine of the book with his paw, which Vadka really read before going to bed, and she, responding to his touch, shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.

Vadka silently nodded in response. He still did not understand what this wonderful Cat wanted from him.

Well, if so, - Meow-murr sat down in his chair again, - let's move on to the most important thing. The fact is that our beautiful fairy-tale world is threatened with destruction!

Two large transparent tears rolled out of the captain's eyes and, sparkling like diamonds, fell on the black velvet of the camisole. The cat, not even noticing this, continued: - Once, on an unfortunate day, the earth in the central square of our capital opened up, and a disgusting three-headed, tailed Big Rat crawled out of the resulting hole. At the same time, holes also formed in all the magical glades, and a myriad of strange creatures resembling rats and people at the same time. We called them gnats. They all smoked huge stinking cigarettes and cigarettes, and that's probably why they coughed deafeningly. This cough drowned out the melody of magical flowers, and the smoke from cigarettes and cigarettes turned into huge black clouds and somehow unusually quickly eclipsed the entire sky. Soon not a single ray of the sun, not a single reflection of the moon, not a single spark of stars could break through to our flowers. And they fell silent. Our fabulous wind, which brought us energy and life, died down, and our whole world was in the grip of evil gnaws and their king, the Big Rat. They imprisoned the storytellers in the dungeon, and with the help of witchcraft they were able to capture the fairy wind itself.

Yes, yes, ”Meow-murr noticed Vadka’s surprise,“ the gnaws found such terrible large leather bags, into which, apparently because of their curiosity and curiosity, the wind flew in, and then the bags slammed shut, and the wind was at the mercy of the gnaws. And now, when they need to use the magical power of the wind, they open one of those terrible bags.

But after all, if the wind is no longer born, then their supply will soon run out, ”Vadka exclaimed.

Of course, - the Cat confirmed, - but the gnaws, because of their greed, do not think about it. Yes, and they will live without a fabulous wind. But our world will wither away! - and again a tear rolled out of the Cat's eye.

The most amazing thing is that none of our wise men could guess from what fairy tale this monster appeared - the Big Rat.

And I know, - Vadka suddenly exclaimed, - he is from the fairy tale "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King."

That's just the point, that is not present, - the Cat has objected. - The Mouse King, as it was invented by the great storyteller Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, if you remember, had seven heads decorated with golden crowns, and this one has only three heads and each of them has an iron helmet with black crosses in the form of spiders. In addition, we checked - the Mouse King is safely in his fairy tale, and the girl Marie and the Nutcracker himself are looking after him. Yes, - Meow-murr sighed heavily, - it was only later that we realized that the Big Rat and his gnaws came from cruel world, in which, unlike yours and ours, three terrible sorceresses have long reigned: Zavidyuga-Thief, Zhadina-Beef and Zlyuka-Kluka.

While Vadka thought about this amazing story The cat thoughtfully pointed his spyglass into the air and took out a cup of steaming coffee right from there.

Oh, I beg your pardon, - he thought to himself, - you, my friend, also do not interfere with refreshment before a long journey.

He once more twirled his pipe in the air, and right in front of Vadka a small table appeared floating in the air, on which stood a tall crystal glass with golden juice, and next to it, on a thin porcelain saucer, delicious cakes flaunted.

Thank you, - Vadka thanked embarrassedly.

Having bitten off a piece that immediately melted in his mouth, leaving a feeling of unprecedented deliciousness, he washed it down with juice and felt such a surge of energy that he was ready to immediately start dancing, jumping, somersaulting or running somewhere at breakneck speed. By the way, what kind of road did Meow-murr mention?

Yes, yes, - the Cat shook his head, as if he had heard Vadya's question, and finished his coffee. - It's time for us to pack up. You won't refuse to help our world, will you? Yes, and mine too. After all, the fabulous wind is weakening in your country, and its weak gusts are felt only due to the fact that there are still books here and they are being read. But gradually, under the influence of evil sorcery, the books will grow old and disappear, and boredom and despondency will reign in you too, and envy, greed and anger will come after them.

But what can I do? Vadka asked confusedly. - I still know little and can do it. I still have to learn everything.

Well, your modesty is commendable, - Meow-murr nodded, - but do not forget, you have to act in a fairy-tale country where leading role honesty, kindness, courage, as well as fiction and fantasy play. True, there is a girl somewhere else who, according to our legends, should help you, but that part of the magic book of predictions, where it is written how to find her, was captured by gnaws.

But still, how can I help you? I have absolutely no idea how to do this.

Vadka tried to remember some fairy tale similar to the story that the Cat told in order to understand what to do in such a situation, but nothing like that came to mind.

It doesn't matter, - the Cat waved his paw. - The main thing is that you agree, and how to act will become clear on the spot.

And then Vadka made up his mind. After all, you can’t allow some nasty witches and gnaws to steal fairy tales, books, music and fun from people!

I agree, - he said, and at the same moment Meow-murr waved his paw and Vadka found himself on a magical ship.

Where does he live North wind.

Once upon a time in a dense dense forest lived and was brown bear with a little teddy bear. Every day they slowly wandered through the forest, looking for edible roots and ripe berries raspberries or blueberries. The she-bear taught the Bear cub to distinguish the smells of the forest, to extract honey from wild bees, and many other tricks of the bear's life. So the hot summer passed imperceptibly, followed by a quiet mushroom autumn. It would be time to look for a place for a lair, but winter was in no hurry to come to the old dense forest.

Mom, when will we go to bed? - asked Little Bear.

When it snows, - answered the Bear.

And when will it snow?

When the cold North Wind blows.

Why isn't he blowing?

He must be fast asleep, - the old Bear joked.

So you need to wake him up! - the Bear cub shouted loudly, and then he thought and asked - Where does the North Wind live?

Far, far away, - said the Bear - Where the earth ends and the Big Icy Sea begins, lies a country called the Arctic! Where eternal winter reigns and the North Wind lives.

But how to get to this Arctic? - asked Little Bear.

Do you see that bright star in the constellation Ursa Minor? It is called the North Star and indicates the direction to the north, - the Bear answered.

So I'll run and wake him up! Mishutka shouted joyfully.

No, baby, you are still too young to go on such a long and dangerous journey, - Bear sighed.

For a long time the sad and thoughtful Little Bear wandered through the forest clearing. And suddenly a simple and great idea: "If I can't go looking for the wind, then someone else can. You just need to find it and ask, - decided the Little Bear, - But whom?" And suddenly he saw a red-haired Squirrel on a tree.

Squirrel, Squirrel! Help me please! - the Little Bear rushed to her, - We must find and wake up the North Wind, otherwise winter will never come to our forest.

Okay, I'll look, - Belka waved. fluffy tail and flew from branch to branch, from pine to tree.

Hold on to the North Star! - only the Bear cub managed to shout after her.

How long, how short, but Squirrel jumped to big river. The river is wide, fast - Belka cannot cross to the other side. What to do? "I'll find someone who can swim," Belka decided. It didn't take long to find. An old gray-haired Beaver got out of the forest thicket and slowly hobbled to the water.

Uncle Beaver! - Squirrel crackled, - Help the North Wind to find, hurry up the winter.

Without winter, we can’t do it,” muttered the Beaver and silently slid under the water.

Webbed paws and a paddle tail helped the Beaver to quickly reach the opposite shore. Beaver emerged, took a breath and looked around. "With my short paws, I won't go far. And it's dangerous for me to move away from the water," thought the Beaver. Suddenly, a thumping sound reached his sensitive ears. “Yes, no way, the Woodpecker hammers a tree, fishes out bark beetles from under the bark,” the old Beaver was delighted and hurried to the old pine tree, which was chosen by the Woodpecker.

Hey Woodpecker! - Beaver shouted hoarsely, - Go downstairs - there is work!

What happened? - asked, flying up, Woodpecker.

Yes, winter is late. They say the North Wind fell asleep, it would be necessary to wake him up, - the Beaver answers.

The Woodpecker thought, scratched his little red cap on the top of his head, waved his wing: "Okay, so be it, I'll help in any way I can."

Do you know the North Star? - Asked the Beaver, - Here she will show you the way, you won't get lost.

And the Beaver trudged back to the river, and the Woodpecker flew up over the forest, found the North Star in the sky and flew to where it pointed. The Woodpecker flew for a long time. The forest became less and less, the trees were lower, and one fine day the forest ended. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, stretched the tundra. “Hey!” the Woodpecker says to himself, “I can’t go on. I need trees where tasty larvae hide. I’ll be lost in the tundra. We must look for another messenger.” And a straggler from the herd ran past Reindeer. He saw the Woodpecker, stopped and asked: "Woodpecker, are you forest bird! What are you doing in the tundra?" And the Woodpecker told him about the sleeping North Wind, which must be found and awakened.

I know where the Big Icy Sea is, - said the Deer, - It is called the Arctic Ocean. I'll try to help you. The deer threw his branched antlers on his back and ran along endless tundra, and the Woodpecker flew back to his native forest. The Deer runs quickly and soon reached the high northern mountains. “I can’t go through the mountains,” thinks the Deer, “and I’ll lose a lot of time around. I’ll ask the Skua Gull to look for the North Wind.”

The Seagull flapped its wings, rose above the mountains and flew to Arctic Ocean. The Seagull flies and sees that the mountains are already ending, the boundless expanse of the ocean has already shone under the rays of the setting polar sun.

Where can I find the North Wind? - the Seagull shouted to the White Bear wandering along the shore.

He lifted his big head and roared back:

And the Seagull flew on. Soon a small rocky island appeared. There, scattered among the stones, the North Wind was sleeping peacefully. Frosty trickles from his cold breath rose high up and fell like frost on the stones and pebbles of the deserted island.

Wake up North Wind! - Seagull screamed piercingly, - Without you, winter does not begin in any way, and you are still sleeping!

The North Wind stirred, rose, stretched snow whirlwinds to the sky and boomed:

How long have I been sleeping! I thought that autumn had not yet ended - look what warm days stood. My older brother Frost was right - times have come differently now: summer is getting hotter, winter comes later. And all the work of man: factories, factories, cars ... All this pollutes our air and makes it warmer. But never mind, I'll catch up quickly!

The North Wind hummed, whistled, soared into the sky like a snowy whirlwind and rushed off to make winter ...

In a distant forest, on a fallen tree, the Bear cub and the Bear were sitting and watching how the first large snow flakes fell to the ground from the sky, quietly circling.