Bruce was a big bear that lived in the Highlands of
Scotland. He was covered with dark brown hair, had four large paws, a wet
nose on the end of his snout, and hazelnut colored eyes. Bruce spent most
of his time in his cave, coming out only when he was hungry. He was a
rather lazy bear. He’d rather sleep than do anything else.
One morning as he was curled up in a ball, trying to
nap, he heard the rain pouring down outside. The rain coming down reminded
him that he was hungry so he stood up, stretched, and walked to the
entrance to the cave. He looked at the rain. It was plopping and splashing
in puddles on the ground, making a muddy mess. He walked out and soon his
hair was dripping wet. He started shivering.
Bruce headed for the pine forest. The trees were so
tall and there were so many of them that not too much rain reached him. He
pushed his way past the low-hanging branches, the soft pine needles
brushing against his thick fur. He looked around on the ground, searching
for something to eat. He would be happy if he could find some nuts or
berries to nibble.
Up ahead he saw something hanging from a tree. He
moved. It was a beehive. Dozens of bees were flying around it. Bruce could
hear their buzzing sounds as their wings flapped quickly up and down.
"Honey," he said, smiling. "I love honey."
He stood underneath the beehive trying to figure out
how to get the honey without being stung. He knew that the bees gathered
nectar and pollen from heather flowers; tiny little purple bells that were
fragrant and swayed in the breeze. He loved heather honey.
He picked up a big stick and started hitting the
beehive with it. The bees started flying around, confused and angry. When
they saw Bruce swinging the stick, they gathered in a swarm and headed for
him. Bruce saw the bees coming towards him and knew they were out to sting
him. He dropped the stick and started running through the pines. Now and
then he turned to look back at the bees, which were getting closer and
closer to him.
He thought of climbing a tree, but bees can fly and
would be able to reach him, so he didn’t do that. As he ran past some
fallen tree trunks that were hollowed out, he thought of climbing inside
and hiding, but he knew the bees would find him. He didn’t want to be
Bruce didn’t know what to do. Where could he hide from
the bees? He saw a loch in the distance. It was deep and the water looked
dark and black. He ran as fast as he could and jumped. He landed with a
big SPLASH in the water. Brrrrrr, it was freezing cold. He let himself
float up to the surface and saw the bees coming right towards him. He
ducked back under water after taking a deep breath. He knew he couldn’t
hold it for very long and then he’d have to take another breath. The bees
would be waiting for him.
Bruce started swimming another direction. He stopped
when he got to the shore and stuck just the top of his head out of the
water. The bees were still circling around the place where he had gone
under. He crawled out and snuck into the forest. Knowing the bees were
nowhere around, he went back to their beehive, knocked it down with the
big stick and carried it back to his cave.
All afternoon and evening Bruce feasted on heather
honey. It was delicious and tasted just like heather. He was feeling quite
smart because he’d outwitted the bees. He knew that next time, he’d have
to come up with a new way to get the honey, but this time he just sat back
and enjoyed it.