A Friend for Little Bear CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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CBeebies Bedtime Story.

Hello, I'm Grandpa.

I was just having a cup of tea, and it reminded me of a story.

It's called A Friend For Little Bear and it's written by Harry Horse.

Little Bear lived all alone on a desert island.

"I wish I had something to play with," he said.

A stick came floating by. Little Bear picked it out of the sea.

He drew a picture in the sand. Then he drew some more.

"I need something else to play with," he said.

He was tired of drawing pictures.

A bottle came floating by. Little Bear picked it out of the sea.

He filled it up with water and poured out the water on the sand.

"I need a cup," said Little Bear, "to pour the water into."

Then something spotted came floating by.

Little Bear wondered what it was. "It isn't a cup," he said.

But he pulled it out of the sea anyway. It was a wooden horse.

The wooden horse ran around the island. Little Bear ran after him.

The wooden horse hid. Little Bear looked for him.

They had a lovely time. They drew pictures in the sand

and filled the bottle again and again.

They played all day long

and then went to sleep under the tall palm tree.

Little Bear woke up. He rubbed his eyes.

"Look," he cried, "lots of things floating in the water."

He stretched with his stick and pulled out as many as he could.

"I don't know what these things are," he said,

"but I need them all the same." He piled them into a heap.

Then he sighed. "I still do wish I had a cup."

There wasn't much room on the island now. Little Bear had filled it up.

He told the wooden horse to get out of the way.

"Climb onto that," said Little Bear, "I need more room for these boxes."

"Look," cried Little Bear, "a cup!"

Snap! The roof broke.

The wooden horse fell into the sea and floated away.

Little Bear was filling his bottle with water

and pouring the water into his cup.

"Watch me," he cried. He filled up the bottle again. "Watch me!"

But no-one was there. He looked up. He put the bottle down.

He walked all round the island.

"Where are you?" he called, "I need you!"

But no-one answered.

"I need my friend," said Little Bear. "I don't need that cup."

He threw all his things back into the sea and they floated away.

He sat underneath the tall palm tree and began to cry.

Little Bear dried his eyes.

Then he rubbed them. Something spotted was floating by.

He ran and pulled it out of the sea.

"I only need you, wooden horse," he said.

And the two of them danced for joy on the sand.

That story was called A Friend For Little Bear.

I hope you enjoyed it.

I don't know about you, but I think I'll go and have a little lie-down.

See you soon for another bedtime story. Good night.