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with his small blue Edwardian case with rusty catches and an even rustier big lock. Poor Gatwick!
They started on their journey again. There were helicopters circling over their heads everywhere. The bears enjoyed watching them. The sound of helicopters seemed to get louder. Suddenly, a deafening gun shot was heard. It was so loud that it made the bears jump, and then tremble with fright. They huddled up together, lay down on the grass against the mountain face, and held Little Sisterâs suitcase in front of them for protection. They waited and waited for a long time, until they were certain there was no longer any danger. They had heard no more shots and the helicopters had flown away.
The sun was going down, the evening breeze began to ruffle the bearsâ fur. The last train down to the valley had left. The bears had no idea how far the cave was. Neither did our bears realise how dangerous mountains were. Gatwick had only lived at Gatwick Airport and Little Sister on a shelf â they were totally clueless. They had no idea that the temperature fell sharply at night, that creatures could freeze to death. The Alps were snow-capped all the year round. Even when the temperature in the valley was scorching hot, the ice and snow still hugged the tips of the mountains.
The two bears were still marching along the mountain path until hardly a ray of light beamed from the sky. Night time had fallen by the time they finally reached the cave. They poked their heads in. It was pitch black in there. All they could do was to tread carefully, find a spot to sleep on, and hold each otherâs hand while they waited for the morning sun to rise. Gatwick managed to feel his way with his wooden spoon; he clung to it for good luck. Little Sister was even too scared to cry. Gatwick thought they should try and sleep where they were instead of walking further into the cave. There might be pot holes, or deep water wells, or prowling animals, or slimy reptiles, or creepy insects, or all sorts of nasties deeper in the cave. They needed to sleep and to be fresh in the morning to walk all the way back to the little train station.
So, they lay on the hard ground, side by side, trying not to let the slightest noise worry them. The clouds moving in front of the moon were projecting sinister silvery shadows through the entrance and on to the walls of the cave. Suddenly, Little Sister felt someone was lurking there, near her. She could feel a gaze on her, and thought she heard breathing. She sat up and turned around, all she saw were two white eyeballs glowing at her in the dark. Slowly, they were moving nearer towards her until they were right there in front of her. Then she felt a gentle stroke on one of her shoulders, then another stroke on her other shoulder. She was being gripped. Little Sister was petrified. A strange voice asked: âWho are you?â
Little Sister couldnât speak. So Gatwick answered: âPlease donât harm us. Weâre only two little peaceful cubsâ.
âWhat are you doing here?â, the voice continued.
âWe wanted to visit this cave. We didnât realise it was so far, and arrived here when it was nearly night time. So we couldnât go back because we couldnât see our way in the darkâ. Gatwick found the courage to ask a question: âAre you the Brown Bear?â
âWho told you about the Brown Bear?â the voice asked back.
âWe met some cows, they told us that everyone thought that the Brown Bear was on Emerald Mountainâ.
âIâm not that Brown Bear. He was shot and killed late this afternoonâ.
âWho are you then? Please tell usâ.
Little Sister was freed from the grip. âIâm his widow: Mother Brownâ.
Mother Brown had been frightened out of her skin, too. But, now she let all her feelings burst out and told the little bears her story:
âIâm an Italian bear. Gilbert moved from England to Italy when we
They started on their journey again. There were helicopters circling over their heads everywhere. The bears enjoyed watching them. The sound of helicopters seemed to get louder. Suddenly, a deafening gun shot was heard. It was so loud that it made the bears jump, and then tremble with fright. They huddled up together, lay down on the grass against the mountain face, and held Little Sisterâs suitcase in front of them for protection. They waited and waited for a long time, until they were certain there was no longer any danger. They had heard no more shots and the helicopters had flown away.
The sun was going down, the evening breeze began to ruffle the bearsâ fur. The last train down to the valley had left. The bears had no idea how far the cave was. Neither did our bears realise how dangerous mountains were. Gatwick had only lived at Gatwick Airport and Little Sister on a shelf â they were totally clueless. They had no idea that the temperature fell sharply at night, that creatures could freeze to death. The Alps were snow-capped all the year round. Even when the temperature in the valley was scorching hot, the ice and snow still hugged the tips of the mountains.
The two bears were still marching along the mountain path until hardly a ray of light beamed from the sky. Night time had fallen by the time they finally reached the cave. They poked their heads in. It was pitch black in there. All they could do was to tread carefully, find a spot to sleep on, and hold each otherâs hand while they waited for the morning sun to rise. Gatwick managed to feel his way with his wooden spoon; he clung to it for good luck. Little Sister was even too scared to cry. Gatwick thought they should try and sleep where they were instead of walking further into the cave. There might be pot holes, or deep water wells, or prowling animals, or slimy reptiles, or creepy insects, or all sorts of nasties deeper in the cave. They needed to sleep and to be fresh in the morning to walk all the way back to the little train station.
So, they lay on the hard ground, side by side, trying not to let the slightest noise worry them. The clouds moving in front of the moon were projecting sinister silvery shadows through the entrance and on to the walls of the cave. Suddenly, Little Sister felt someone was lurking there, near her. She could feel a gaze on her, and thought she heard breathing. She sat up and turned around, all she saw were two white eyeballs glowing at her in the dark. Slowly, they were moving nearer towards her until they were right there in front of her. Then she felt a gentle stroke on one of her shoulders, then another stroke on her other shoulder. She was being gripped. Little Sister was petrified. A strange voice asked: âWho are you?â
Little Sister couldnât speak. So Gatwick answered: âPlease donât harm us. Weâre only two little peaceful cubsâ.
âWhat are you doing here?â, the voice continued.
âWe wanted to visit this cave. We didnât realise it was so far, and arrived here when it was nearly night time. So we couldnât go back because we couldnât see our way in the darkâ. Gatwick found the courage to ask a question: âAre you the Brown Bear?â
âWho told you about the Brown Bear?â the voice asked back.
âWe met some cows, they told us that everyone thought that the Brown Bear was on Emerald Mountainâ.
âIâm not that Brown Bear. He was shot and killed late this afternoonâ.
âWho are you then? Please tell usâ.
Little Sister was freed from the grip. âIâm his widow: Mother Brownâ.
Mother Brown had been frightened out of her skin, too. But, now she let all her feelings burst out and told the little bears her story:
âIâm an Italian bear. Gilbert moved from England to Italy when we
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