Honey, the bear, lit the candle. It was scented and filled the
room with the smell of cinnamon. Honey loved cinnamon. The
candlelight flickered on the cave walls, sparkling when it hit the
tiny quartz crystals in the stone walls.
Sometimes she lit more than one candle and her cave looked so
pretty. They glowed and flickered. Honey was happy in her
One day the wind began to blow. The bear shivered and
moved closer to the candles. The cinnamon one blew out. Smoke rose
into the air. “Oh! That was my favorite candle and I can’t light
it again with this wind blowing. It’s dark in here now and I can’t
smell the cinnamon any more.”
All night long the wind blew. It howled through the forest
and into Honey’s cave. She curled up in a ball and fell asleep. In
the morning, when she woke up, the wind wasn’t blowing any longer.
Honey clapped her hands together. “Oh good! Now I can light my
candle again.” It burst into light, the flame wobbling back and
forth. Honey put her paws near it. “It’s so warm.” The cave filled
with the scent of cinnamon. She took a deep breath and smiled and
then sat down with a bowl of berries.