Honey, the bear, planted a garden in the spring. By the time summer
came, she had a lot of vegetables growing. She had planted some
cucumbers, tomatoes, green beans and pumpkins, but the favorite thing
growing in her garden were the turnips. When they were ready to be
picked, she went into her garden, carrying a green bucket. She picked
the purple-topped turnips, washed them off in the sink, and then
boiled them with potatoes and sausages. That night she had them for
supper. Oh, how she loved turnips. Yummy.
The next day she went out to her garden to pick some more
and gasped. Someone had been to her garden during the night and stolen
every last turnip. The cucumbers were still there; so were the
tomatoes and green beans and pumpkins, but no turnips.
Honey dropped her green bucket and looked around. She saw
some paw prints. “Aha! I think it must be a raccoon. Those look like
raccoon prints to me.” She marched into the woods behind her house and
went from tree to tree, searching for the culprit.
A giant oak tree sat off by itself. When Honey reached it,
she noticed some turnip tops lying on the ground. She picked up the
purple top. “Aha! My turnips.” She tipped her head back and looked up
into the branches. “You come down here right now, raccoon. I know it’s
you who has been eating all my turnips.”
The raccoon looked down and saw the angry bear. “Uh oh!” She
climbed down and jumped on the ground next to Honey.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” Honey stomped
“I’m sorry? I was hungry?” The raccoon shook with fear.
Honey saw how scared the animal was. “I’ll tell you what; if
you’ll come and help me dig weeds, you can take one turnip home every
night. Is that fair? Since you’ve eaten every turnip, you can come and
help me plant some more.”
The raccoon smiled. “That sounds great!”
From then on both Honey and the raccoon were happy. Honey
had someone help her weed and the raccoon had a turnip to eat every