Autumn tale. Forest tale about why leaves turn yellow

Autumn tale

Every day it was getting darker and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you will not find a single leaf.

Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch standing in the middle of the clearing.

Will fly around ... - the Hedgehog agreed.

The winds will blow, - the Bear went on, - and she will all shake, and in my sleep I will hear the last leaves falling from her. And in the morning I wake up, go out on the porch, and she is naked!

Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of a clearing.

Now, if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Bear. - Birch or ash?

How is maple? Then I would have been red-red in the fall, and you would have taken me for a little Fox. Would you say to me: "Little Fox, how is your mother doing?" And I would say: “My mother was killed by the hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come to visit us? " And you would come. "And where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then, finally, I figured it out, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until spring ...

No, - said the Bear. - It would be better if I had not guessed, but asked: “Why. Did the hedgehog go for water? " - "Not?" - you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not?" - you would say. "Maybe he went to visit the Bear?" And then you would nod your head. And I would say good night to you and run to my room, because you don't know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

Well, so what! - said the Bear. - Would you sit at home and think: "I wonder if the Bear is pretending or did not really recognize me?" And while I would run home, I took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: “Why. Has the hedgehog returned yet? " Would you say ...

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No, - said the Bear. “You’d better not say anything like that.” And he said so ...

No, you'd better not say anything like that, - repeated the Bear. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.

Why in a dream?

The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves on the birch. They will never fall. Because last night in a dream I guessed that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course, - said the Bear. - The same needle that you gave me last year.

(Sergey Kozlov)

Autumn tale

A bright yellow-red-orange alarm clock rang, and Autumn Beauty woke up.

Am I late? - She was alarmed and looked out the window. - They are already waiting for me, probably.

Autumn gathered quickly and, of course, did not forget its magic shawl. The golden shawl was woven from threads of mushroom rain and sunbeams, and if you looked closely, you could see colorful autumn leaves, mushrooms and ears of corn, grapes and apples, and flying cranes in gold, and so much more that even Autumn itself could not remember.

Autumn came to people. And people did not immediately notice. They are not up to it. People are surprised and upset. The big apples in the orchards have grown over the summer, but are sour. There are golden ears in the fields, beautiful ears, and the grains are light, as if they are not real - they will not make good flour. And in the vineyards there are heavy bunches. Apparently invisible them, but not sweet grapes, not tasty at all. So people are worried.

And Autumn is not worried. “Summer has done a good job, everything has been prepared,” she looked around, “it's up to me.” And the magic shawl of Autumn flew over the gardens, fields, vineyards.

Now people just have time! The apples are sweet: in that basket - yellow, in this - red. The grains are heavy: from some - flour for bread, from others, the best - for pies and cakes. The grapes are sweet, juicy: for today and tomorrow, and there will still be enough for juices for babies until spring.

People reaped the harvest quickly and seemed to be very pleased with it. And Autumn is happy. How could it be otherwise! But then people looked around, and it turned out that there were no apples left in their gardens; and the fields are not gold at all, but black; and the vineyards, formerly yellow-green and purple, became pale, sad, without a single bright grape. People looked at each other:

Fall? Already?

“Of course, it's me,” thought Autumn, “I have long been. Probably, people were so busy with the harvest that they just didn't notice me right away. Never mind! The main thing is that there is a lot of everything and everything is tasty. " And Autumn smiled - she was pleased. But people did not smile, they seemed to be no longer happy.

Yes ... - people sighed. - Summer is over. Here comes the fall. Yes ... - they thought. - Autumn ... And what to do? .. And nothing can be done.

“It's strange,” Autumn was surprised, “people seem to be not happy with me. It can not be".

And again, now over the forests and copses, the magic shawl of Autumn flew up.

And now car after car, bus after bus took people to the autumn forest. People walked through the forest for a long time and seemed to be happy. “I liked the harvest, I liked my forest, which means that I am also a joy to people,” Autumn thought.

And people seem to be unhappy with something again, as if they are even sad. People are carrying baskets full of mushrooms. And in red, and in different - red, chocolate, yellow - hats. And baskets with autumn berries - bright bright red cranberries! And also armfuls of multicolored mountain ash, oak, maple leaves. People carefully carry this autumn magic home and sigh:

Autumn ... Yes ... Completely autumn. And what to do? .. And nothing can be done ...

“What, what needs to be done ?! - Autumn was almost scared. - Why are people sad? Do they really want to drive me away? Do they really not like me? "

And she decided to surprise people, let them admire what you will not see at any other time of the year. This time the magic shawl of Autumn flew up into the sky.

Look, look, - people called to each other, - faster, you won't have time.

Even the most indifferent did not take their eyes off the sky for a long time. And no wonder. Birds flew. They just flew, and that was all. South.

See? This is a flock of swallows. Small, but very brave.

But no - this is an even, continuous thread of fabulous geese-swans.

You thought! These are cranes. This is their slender wedge. They are the ones who are talking.

This is such a miracle that Autumn gave to people. For a long time people looked into the sky, following the beautiful different birds. And then?

Yes ... Autumn. Yes, real autumn. So what to do? And nothing can be done ...

Autumn dropped her hands. Autumn cried. “You can't please people with anything. I'm leaving! " She wrapped herself in her magic shawl and went wherever her eyes would look. But here's the trouble - upset, offended Autumn accidentally put on her shawl inside out. And the wrong side was ... Not gold at all, not beautiful at all, the wrong side was completely different. This happens not with magical things, but even more so with magical things. Not red apples, not golden leaves, not the cries of cranes, she carried with it the wrong side of a wonderful shawl. Cold, long rain and an angry wind burst from her folds.

The wind is blowing, the rain is pouring, the autumn wanders and leaves slowly on the already soggy road. And what about people? People look the other way. There, on the other side, invisible so far, on the side of the road, so as not to step into the slush, is the beautiful Winter in her white clothes.

Zima waved her magic shawl, and at first rare, then more often snowflakes flew. Amazing, fragile, patterned, weightless, beautiful. Miracle? Joy? I really don't know ...

Winter? Already? - people looked at each other. - Yes ... Autumn is over. Fast like ... Yes ... It's a pity. It's winter. And what to do? .. And nothing can be done ...

People are interesting people. It is a pity to them Autumn! .. Not that kind, golden one. Today's - rainy, sad, ugly. But Winter with all the wonders, it seems, is not the time for them. Strange people. Yes ... And what to do? .. And nothing can be done.

(Natalia Abramtseva)

A forest tale about how to keep warm in cold autumn

In autumn, the cold set in the forest. One day the Hedgehog woke up later than usual in his cozy burrow. He jumped from the warm and soft crib to the floor and immediately climbed back onto it. It turns out that the floor in his hole became so cold overnight that the Hedgehog's paws could not endure it.

The Hedgehog rustled his foot on the floor in search of some slippers. Once upon a time the Bunny gave him warm slippers, and the Hedgehog prudently put them under the bed.

Not groping for anything, the Hedgehog got off the bed and looked under it.

Hey, ”he said, as if he was lost himself.

But no one answered him. And the Hedgehog had to crawl under the bed on the cold floor for slippers. And, lo and behold - they were there!

For a long time no one got the slippers, so one fly considered the shoes its new home and has been settling in for several months. The hedgehog took out his slippers from under the bed and shook the sleepy fly out of them.

What are good! - the Hedgehog said to himself, thrusting his slender paws into the shaggy slippers.

Having circled in slippers, first in one direction, then in the other, the satisfied Hedgehog said:

What a warm gift the Bunny gave me a long time ago! And how useful! He used to warm my fly, and now he warms my paws.

And the Hedgehog made another circle on the floor in these slippers, so he liked his soft insulated shoes.

And, without wasting a minute, the Hedgehog dressed warmly, grabbed his favorite books and climbed out of the mink. In the forest, a cold, piercing wind immediately washed over him. The hedgehog clutched beautiful books to himself, pulled the hat over his ears and with small steps through the wind went to his friend Bunny.

And when the Hedgehog came, cold and with books, and knocked on the door, a sad Bunny looked out of the hare's hole.

Hello Bunny! - said the Hedgehog, covering his nose with a red scarf and adjusting his hat with his paw.

Oh, hello, Hedgehog! - the Bunny was delighted. And a pretty smile appeared on his gloomy face. - How nice to see you!

And I thought that in such weather no one would stick his nose out into the street.

As you can see, - the Hedgehog answered him, - I stuck it out. But I would gladly shove it into some hole already. For example, in yours.

Oh yes, of course! Come in, - the Bunny caught himself and called the Hedgehog inside, to his home.

How glad I am to see you! - Bunny smiled again. - It's so cold alone.

I know, - answered the Hedgehog.

And under his breath, the Hedgehog still muttered:

And warm slippers are only half the battle. They only warm their paws.

Go on a visit and meet your friends there more often, regardless of the weather! Especially if she does not dispose to walks.

Good guests are a great way to warm yourself and warm your soul.

Forest tale about why leaves turn yellow

Autumn began for the Hedgehog one fine morning. The wind with force tore off the leaf from the aspen, whirled it and threw it at the Hedgehog when he got out of his burrow to take a walk in the forest.

Oh! - the Hedgehog cried out in surprise and closed his eyes. He thought that he had got in the way of someone and that someone had just crashed into him.

Opening first one eye, then the other, the Hedgehog saw an aspen leaf on his tummy. But not simple, but yellow.

Oh-oh-oh! - exclaimed the Hedgehog, examining the yellow leaf on himself. He turned the leaf over in his paws to make sure it was yellow.

The hedgehog forgot about the collision, and now he was only interested in this leaf, which for some reason turned from green to yellow

The hedgehog walked around the aspen and carefully looked at what was under it. Not finding any more yellow leaves, the Hedgehog said to himself:

Only one yellow leaf. But he is from this tree. But why are all the leaves green and this one yellow? Interesting!

And with these words the Hedgehog pinned a yellow aspen leaf on his needles and went through the forest to look for the answer to his question.

Squirrel was the first to meet the Hedgehog. He showed her a leaflet on the back and asked:

Squirrel, and Squirrel, why do you think the leaves turn yellow in autumn?

The squirrel answered without hesitation:

It's clear why. Because in the fall they get sick! When I get sick, my face often turns yellow too.

How so - are they sick? Why are they sick? - the Hedgehog was surprised. After all, this yellow leaf was so beautiful. And it didn't seem at all that he was sick with something and needed treatment.

It's so cold in the fall, brrr! So anyone gets sick. Look at him! - said Squirrel, taking a yellow aspen leaf in her paws. - He doesn't even have wool. How can he and the rest of the leaves not get sick in such cold weather, which happens in our forest every autumn?

The hedgehog thought for a minute, after which he took a leaf from Squirrel's paws, put it on his back and said:

I do not think that the leaves are sick. I'll go through the forest and ask around for more animals. Suddenly someone knows another answer.

The second Hedgehog met a red Fox. She trained the jump to better hunt mice. The hedgehog handed her a yellow aspen leaf and asked:

Fox-Fox, why do you think such leaves turn yellow in autumn?

The fox took a yellow leaf in her paws and immediately replied:

It's clear why. To make it easier for me to hunt in the fall! I’m a redhead, so it’s easy for me to hide among the yellow leaves, wait for the mouse and catch it!

The hedgehog thought for a minute, then he took a leaf from the fox's paws, put it on his back and said:

I do not think that all the leaves of the forest turn yellow for you. I'll go through the forest and ask around for more animals. Suddenly someone knows another answer.

And the Hedgehog continued on his way through the forest.

The third Hedgehog met a wise Owl. She always knew the answer to any question, so the Hedgehog hurried to ask her about his leaflet:

Wise Owl, you know everything in the world! Tell me why leaves turn yellow in autumn?

Ooooo, ”the Owl drawled,“ I haven't been asked such good questions for a long time!

And the Owl even spread her wings with pleasure, as if she wanted to stretch herself before answering an interesting question.

The hedgehog looked at all these preparations, and he was impatient to find out the truth sooner.

The leaf is not as simple as you think, - the wise Owl began her answer. - Each leaf is the whole Universe.

What is the Universe? - asked the Hedgehog, hearing a word unfamiliar to him.

The owl sighed and continued to answer:

A leaf is like a forest. There is much in it that is not visible at first glance. There are many minks in which a variety of pigments live. A pigment is such a small animal that can be green, yellow or orange. The pigments are so small that a huge amount of them fits in the sheet. When it is light, green pigments crawl out of their holes on the surface of the leaf. Therefore, in summer, when there is a lot of sun, all the leaves are green. And in autumn, when the light becomes less, the green pigments become weak and cannot crawl out of their holes, so the leaves lose their color. And with the onset of cold weather, other pigments that live in the leaf and love the cold come out of their holes onto the surface of the leaf. Their color is yellow, and therefore the entire leaf turns yellow, - said the Owl. She was very pleased with herself, who managed to explain such a complex process to the Hedgehog.

The hedgehog all this time listened to the Owl with an open mouth.

Thank you, ”he said as Owl finished her answer and hurried off.

To your health! - the Owl only managed to shout after him.

And the Hedgehog quickly, quickly fingered with his paws on the ground and thought aloud:

Of course, Owl has the most correct answer. But I like to think more that the leaves turn yellow because the sun appears less often in the forest in the fall. And the leaves that miss the sun turn yellow, so that thanks to them the forest turns yellow again, as if it is flooded with the sun!

(Tatiana Landina, http://valenka.ru/)

How the little fox learned about autumn

The little chanterelle was having fun in the forest. She learned a lot of things. And how many stories happened to her and not count. But then one day she woke up, crawled out of her burrow, stretched ... She looks around and does not understand anything. It seems that everything is as usual, but still something is wrong. The chanterelle pulled her nose and sniffed. The forest smells in a new way, but what's new is not clear. She decided to take a walk. He saw that the squirrel jumped from the tree, grabbed something from the grass and again onto the tree. The chanterelle is looking, and in the paws of the squirrel is a small mushroom. She planted it on a twig and down again. The little chanterelle looked and looked, how deftly the squirrel picks mushrooms, and asks:

Hello, squirrel, collecting mushrooms. Why do you need so much? You're small. Eat so much, you'll be fat as a bear.

The squirrel heard the words of the fox and let's laugh:

Ha ha ha! Don't you know why proteins need reserves?

Of course I know, ”the little fox cheated. I really didn't want the squirrel to laugh at her.

Well, tell me if you know.

She probably invited the guests. So you cook all sorts of goodies.

Ha ha ha! - the squirrel was even more amused. - Again I did not guess.

The little fox felt offended that the squirrel was making fun of her.

I won’t guess any more, I’d better go and ask the bear.

The chanterelle said so and went to look for the bear along the forest path. She walked and suddenly hears that someone rustling in the grass.

Mouse! - thought the little fox. - It's time for breakfast.

She hid and how she jumped! And this is not a mouse at all, but a prickly old hedgehog. She pricked the red paw, sat down on the grass, crying. The hedgehog got out of the grass, looked at the fox, shook his head:

What, you didn't like my hairstyle?

What's the hairstyle? - the little fox was surprised and even stopped crying. “You don’t even have hair.

How not? I have a lot of hair. There they are! - put a hedgehog thorns.

Well, he made fun! Here I have hair - beauty and nothing more. One tail is worth something! And this is not hair, but just thorns. Why do they only need such?

Well, it depends on how you look at it, - the hedgehog smiled and sat down on a tree stump. - My thorns help me a lot.

What is it like? - the little fox got interested.

Very simple. They save from predators: I will curl up into a ball, put out the needles. Try to eat me! You go all over, that's all.

The chanterelle only clenched its sore paw.

What else?

Yet? Look!

With these words, the hedgehog approached the mushroom that grew nearby, put out the needles and put the mushroom on them. Then he went, and carried the mushroom on the thorns.

How? And do you pick mushrooms? - the little fox was surprised. - What's going on? Is it mushroom day in the forest today? The squirrel collects, string on a branch. You carry mushrooms on pins and needles. I don't understand anything.

The old hedgehog laughed.

Eh, you silly girl! Today is not a mushroom day, just autumn has come.

Who did you step on? Why did you come? - Fox did not understand. - And in general, who is this autumn to step on someone? Is she big?

Every day it was getting darker and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you will not find a single leaf.

- Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch standing in the middle of the clearing.

- Will fly around ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

“The winds will blow,” the Bear went on, “and it will all shake, and in my sleep I will hear the last leaves falling from it. And in the morning I wake up, go out on the porch, and she is naked!

- Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of a clearing.

- Now, if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

- What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Bear cub. - Birch or ash?

- How is maple? Then I would have been red-red in the fall, and you would have taken me for a little Fox. Would you say to me: "Little Fox, how is your mother doing?" And I would say: “My mother was killed by the hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come to visit us? " And you would come. "Where's the Hedgehog?" You would ask. And then, finally, I figured it out, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until spring ...

- No, - said the Bear. - It would be better if I had not guessed, but asked: “Why. Has the hedgehog gone for water? " - "Not?" - you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not?" - you would say. "Maybe he went to visit the Bear?" And then you would nod your head. And I would say good night to you and run to my room, because you don't know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

- But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

- Well, so what! - said the Bear. - You would sit at home and think: "I wonder if this Bear is pretending or really did not recognize me?" And while I would run home, I took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: “Why. Has the hedgehog returned yet? "" Would you say ...

- And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

- No, - said the Bear. - It would be better if you didn't say anything like that. And he said so ...

Then the Little Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off a birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then gently sank into the reddened grass.

- No, it would be better if you did not say anything like that, - repeated the Bear cub. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.

- Why in a dream?

- The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Bear cub. - You see: there are twelve leaves on the birch. They will never fall. Because last night in a dream I guessed that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

- Of course, - said the Bear. - The very needle that you gave me last year.

Pull! - whispered the Bear.

The hedgehog swung his fishing rod - and a small star flew high into the sky, above the moon.

So ... - the Hedgehog whispered, taking out two new peas. - Now if only there is enough bait! ..

And they, forgetting about the fish, all night long caught the stars and threw them all over the sky.

And before dawn, when the peas ran out. The teddy bear hung from the walkway and pulled two orange maple leaves out of the water.

Better not than catching with a maple leaf! - he said.

And he was already starting to doze off, when suddenly someone firmly grabbed the hook.

Help! .. - the Bear cub whispered to the Hedgehog.

And they, tired, sleepy, together barely pulled the sun out of the water.

It shook itself off, walked along the narrow walkway and rolled into the field.

Everything was quiet, good, and the last leaves, like small boats, slowly floated along the river ...

Autumn tale

Every day it was getting darker and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you will not find a single leaf.

Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch standing in the middle of the clearing.

Will fly around ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

The winds will blow, - the Bear went on, - and it will all shake, and in my sleep I will hear the last leaves falling from it. And in the morning I wake up, go out on the porch, and she is naked!

Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing.

Now, if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Bear. - Birch or ash?

How is maple? Then I would have been red-red in the fall, and you would have taken me for a little Fox. You would tell me: "Little Fox, how is your mother doing?" And I would say: “My mother was killed by the hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come to visit us? " And you would come. "And where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then, finally, I figured it out, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until spring ...

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No, - said the Bear. “You’d better not say anything like that.” And he said so ...

Then the Bear cub stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off a birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then gently sank into the reddened grass.

No, you'd better not say anything like that, - repeated the Bear. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.

Why in a dream?

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course, - said the Bear. - The same needle that you gave me last year.

How the Donkey had a terrible dream

The autumn wind was blowing. The stars circled low in the sky, and one cold, blue star caught on a pine tree and stopped right in front of the Donkey's house.

The donkey was sitting at the table, its head resting on its hooves and looking out the window.

What a spiky star, he thought. And fell asleep. And then the star sank directly to his window and said:

What a stupid Donkey! So gray, but no fangs.

Fangs! - said the star. - The gray boar has fangs and the gray wolf, but you do not.

Why do I need them? - asked the Donkey.

If you have fangs, said the star, everyone will be afraid of you.

And then she quickly, quickly blinked, and Donkey's cheeks grew by one and the other a fang.

And there are no claws, - the star sighed. And made him claws.

Then the Donkey found himself on the street and saw the Hare.

Hi-r-ravstvuy, Tail! he shouted. But the scythe rushed as fast as he could and disappeared behind the trees.

"Why is he scared of me?" - thought the Donkey. And I decided to go visit the Bear.

Knock-Knock! - Donkey knocked on the window.

Who's there? - asked the Bear.

Who! - asked the Bear cub.

I AM? Open swarm! ..

The teddy bear opened the door, backed away and instantly disappeared behind the stove.

"What is he?" - thought the Donkey again. I entered the house and sat on a stool.

He went to drink some tea, - wheezed the Donkey. “However, I have a strange voice,” he thought.

No tea! - shouted the Bear. - The samovar is leaky!

How did you get thin ?!

I just gave you a new samovar last week!

You didn't give me anything! Donkey gave me a samovar!

And who am I?

I AM?!. What are you! I love tr-r-ravka!

Weed? - Little Bear leaned out from behind the stove.

I'm not a wolf! - said the Donkey. And suddenly he accidentally snapped his teeth.

He grabbed his head and ... did not find his long fluffy ears. Instead of them, some hard, short ears stuck out ...

He looked at the floor - and was stunned: clawed wolf paws hung from the stool ...

I'm not a wolf! - repeated the Donkey, clicking his teeth.

Tell me! - said the Bear cub, getting out from behind the stove. He had a log in his paws, and on his head was a pot of ghee.

What are you up to ?! - the Donkey wanted to shout, but only growled hoarsely: - Rrrr !!!

The bear hit him with a log and grabbed the poker.

Will you pretend to be my friend Donkey? he shouted. - Will you ?!

Honestly, I'm not a wolf, ”Donkey muttered, retreating behind the stove. - I love weed!

What?! Weed ?! There are no such wolves! - shouted Bear opened the stove and snatched a burning brand out of the fire.

Then the Donkey woke up ...

Someone knocked on the door, so hard that the hook jumped.

Who's there? - Donkey asked thinly.

It's me! - Bear cub shouted from behind the door. - What are you sleeping there?

Yes, - said the Donkey, unlocking it. - I was watching a dream.

Well?! - said the Bear, sitting down on a stool. - Interesting?

Terrible! I was a wolf, and you beat me with a poker ...

You would have told me that you are a Donkey!

I said, - Donkey sighed, - but you still did not believe. I said that even if I seem like a wolf to you, I still love to pinch grass!

So what?

Did not believe…

Next time, - said the Bear cub, - you tell me in a dream: "Bear cub, do you mind, did we talk to you? .." And I will believe you.

Trusting Hedgehog

For two days it was snowing, then it melted, and it started raining.

The forest was soaked to the last aspen. The fox - to the very tip of the tail, and the old Owl did not fly anywhere for three nights, sat in his hollow and was upset. "Wow!" he sighed.

And throughout the forest was heard: "Wow! .."

And in the house of the Hedgehog the stove was heated, the fire crackled in the stove, and the Hedgehog himself sat on the floor by the stove, blinking, looking at the flame and rejoicing.

Sergey Kozlov, Bodyakova Galina: Hedgehog in the fog. Tales of the present (including "Autumn Tale") 720 р. http://www.labirint.ru/books/488606/?p\u003d11433 795 p. http://www.ozon.ru/context/detail/id/32731385/?partner\u003dbook_set Sergey Kozlov: An Autumn Tale Every day it was getting darker and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it far and wide, you won't you will not find a single leaf. - Soon our birch will fly over, - said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch standing in the middle of the clearing. - Will fly around ... - the Hedgehog agreed. “The winds will blow,” the Bear went on, “and it will all shake, and in my sleep I will hear the last leaves falling from it. And in the morning I wake up, go out on the porch, and she is naked! - Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog. They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing. - Now, if only leaves would grow on me in the spring! - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around. - What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Bear. - Birch or ash? - Like a maple! Then I would have been red-red in the fall, and you would have taken me for a Little Fox. You would tell me: "Little Fox, how is your mother doing?" And I would say: “My mother was killed by the hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come and visit us! " And you would come. "And where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then I finally figured it out, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until spring ... - No, - said the Bear. - It would be better if I had not guessed, but asked: “Why. Did the hedgehog go for water? " - "Not!" - you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not!" - you would say. "Maybe he went to visit the Bear?" And then you would nod. And I would say good night to you and run to my room, because you don't know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch. - But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog. - Well then! - said the Bear. - Would you sit at home and think: "I wonder if the Bear is pretending or did not really recognize me?" And while I was running home, I took a small jar of honey, came back to you and asked: "Well, the Hedgehog has not returned yet?" And you would say ... - And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog. - No, - said the Bear. “You’d better not say anything like that. And he said so ... Then the Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off a birch in the middle of the clearing. They circled a little in the air, and then gently sank into the reddened grass. - No, it would be better if you didn't say anything like that, - repeated the Bear. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream. - Why in a dream? - The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves on the birch. They will never fall. Because last night in a dream I guessed that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch. - And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog. - Of course, - said the Bear. - The same needle that you gave me last year.

Every day it grew later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won't find a single leaf.

Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch standing in the middle of the clearing.

Will fly around ... '' agreed the Hedgehog.

The winds will blow, - the Bear went on, - and she will all shake, and in my sleep I will hear the last leaves falling from her. And in the morning I wake up, go out on the porch, and she is naked!

Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of a clearing.

Now, if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Bear cub. - Birch or ash?

No, - said the Bear cub. - It would be better if I had not guessed, but asked: “Why. Did the hedgehog go for water? " - "Not?" - you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not?" - you would say. "Maybe he went to visit the Bear?" And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my room, because you don't know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

Well, so what! - said Teddy bear. - Would you sit at home and think: "I wonder if this Teddy bear is pretending or did not really recognize me?" And while I would run home, I took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: “Why. Has the hedgehog returned yet? " Would you say ...

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No, - said the Bear cub. - It would be better if you didn't say anything like that. And he said so ...

Then the Little Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off a birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then gently sank into the reddened grass.

No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that, - repeated the Bear cub. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.

Why in a dream?

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course, - said the Bear, - the very needle that you gave me last year.