“Sometimes it happens - you heat the stove, you look at the fire and you think:“ Here it is, what a great winter! And suddenly you wake up at night from an incomprehensible noise. The wind, you think, is raging in a blizzard, but no, the sound is not that, but some distant, very familiar sound. What is this? And fall asleep again. And in the morning you run out onto the porch - a forest in the fog and no island of snow is visible anywhere. Where did she go, winter?
Then you run off the porch and see ... a puddle. A real puddle in the middle of winter. And from all the trees comes steam. What is this? And it rained at night. Big, heavy rain. And washed away the snow. And drove the frost. And it became warm in the forest, as it happens only in early autumn. ”
That's how the Bear thought on a quiet, warm morning in the middle of winter.
"What to do now? - thought “Little Bear. - To heat the stove or not? Tweak for kindling splinters or not? And in general, how is it - summer again? ”
And Bear ran to the hedgehog to consult. Hedgehog walked around his house in deep thought.
“I don’t understand,” muttered the Hedgehog, “how is it like that — a downpour in the middle of winter?” And then ran the Bear.
- Well? - he shouted from afar.
- I'm sorry, what? Stove flooded? - asked the Hedgehog.
“No,” said Little Bear.
- Nick punched?
“Nah,” said the Bear.
- And what did you do?
“I thought,” said Bear.
- I, too.
And they began to walk around the hedgehog house and think together.
“What do you think,” said the Hedgehog. “If it rained and now there is fog, can there still be frost?
“I don't think so,” said Bear.
- So, if the frost can not be, then there can only be heat.
“So,” said Bear.
- And to be warm - the sun should appear.
“It must,” said Bear.
- And when the sun is good to be on the river.
“I would never have guessed in my life,” said Bear.
“Then let's take and have breakfast by the river,” suggested the Hedgehog.
- Yeah, - said Bear.
And they put the mushrooms, honey, teapot, cups in a basket and went to the river.
- Where are you going? - asked Squirrel.
“To the river,” said the Hedgehog. - Have breakfast.
- Take me with you!
- Ida!
And Belka took the nuts and cup and hurried after her.
“Let's go,” said Bear.
Hamster ran out of grass.
“And I fell asleep,” he said. - And then - the water! Where are you going?
“Breakfast, to the river,” said the Hare. - Come with us!
“I have food with me,” said the Hamster and tapped his paw on the swollen bag behind the cheek, “but there is no cup,” and followed him.
They came to the river, made a fire, sat down for breakfast. The sun looked out. The sun lit the river, and that bank, and breakfast friends. The fog melted away.
“If it were not for the rain,” said the Hamster, squinting, “would never have met until spring.”
“If it were not for the rain,” said Squirrel, “they would not have said goodbye.”
“If it were not for the Hedgehog,” said Bear Cub, “no one would have guessed such a warmth to have breakfast on the river.”
And the Hedgehog, having closed its eyes, drank tea, listened to the silence, the bird, suddenly suddenly and thinly singing behind the river, and thought that, if not all of them, why would it be necessary to warm this winter forest?
