I made up a bunch of stories for my boys featuring Fred the Bear, the biggest and smartest bear in the world. These stories were all verbal improvisations. A few made it onto the page. I think this is one of the few that actually was written down before it was told. So, if anyone ever accuses my children of having a warped upbringing, I offer this introduction to literature in my defense.
FRED THE BEAR DISCOVERS THANKSGIVING
One day, Fred the Bear was walking through the woods, when he heard a noise in the distance. Fred stopped. He pointed his nose in the direction of the sounds. Fred sniffed. It smelled like something dirty, something that was not fish. He listened, and took a quiet step, and sniffed again. It smelled like people!
Fred liked people. They often did strange things that he didn’t understand, and he liked to watch. So Fred quietly moved between trees, walking on all fours, until he approached a clearing. Fred knew that in the middle of the clearing was a table, where people sometimes came to eat. Sometimes the people left food behind. Fred liked those times very much.
Now Fred, being the biggest bear in the world, had to be pretty good at hiding or people would see him all the time. And Fred was pretty good, but he was very big. So now, when he carefully peeked his head out from behind a tree, he had to just hope no one would look and see him. Fred hoped, and Fred looked. No one looked back. Fred looked some more.
What he saw was amazing. There was more food on the table than he had ever seen before. And there weren’t that many people, but the people who were there all wore very tall hats, with buckles on them like they were belts. Maybe, Fred thought, they had very tiny heads.
Fred didn’t know that he was watching a Thanksgiving party, and all the people were dressed like pilgrims. He only knew that he had seen many people, but never any who dressed like this, and he wondered just how small their heads were. And their food smelled so good, and there was so much of it. Far more than six tiny-headed people could eat. Fred took a deep breath, smelling all the food, and he sighed. It smelled so wonderful.
Fred hadn’t even known he was hungry, but now, smelling all the meat and the bread and potatoes and pie, he knew. Fred licked his mouth. The smell went up his nose and through his body. It woke up his belly. “Mmmm,” Fred’s belly said, and it growled hungrily. Fred growled back.
And all the people in their pilgrim hats heard that growl, and all of them turned their heads toward the tree Fred crouched behind. One by one, each person in his pilgrim’s hat saw Fred, a giant bear, looking down at the people and licking his mouth. And one by one each person shot to his feet, swung his legs as fast as he could over the picnic bench, and ran.
Fred was amazed and delighted at what he saw. The people were running away from their food! They were giving it to him! Fred got so excited, he ran to the table to eat. And every one of those people, who already thought he was running as fast as he could, heard and saw the giant bear running toward them and ran faster still. Their pilgrim hats flew off, and the people disappeared. And Fred was left alone with a table full of food.
Fred ate and ate. He’d never had so much food at one time, and it was all so good. He could eat more than he’d ever eaten in his life and there would still be plenty left for his cubbies. So Fred ate his fill, and he was going to walk into the woods and look for his cubs when he thought of those hats. They must be magic hats, he knew, for only people wearing hats such as those could possibly make so much food that they could leave this much behind.
Fred gathered the hats, all six of them, and took them to a spot he knew, a good spot for planting. And he dug big holes and buried the hats in a row, hoping they would grow soon. Then Fred went into the woods to find his cubs and bring them to their meal.
For a long time Fred remembered that day, the magic hats and the magic meal, but after a while he didn’t think about it so much, and after a longer while he almost forgot it completely. Oh, he would think of it every now and then, when he was daydreaming and something would remind him, a good smell or a growling belly, but he never saw those magic people again.
But one year later, Fred was out walking through the woods again, when he heard something pop. It was a strange sounding pop, something Fred had never heard before, and he had to see what it was. He ran in the direction of the sound, and as he ran he heard another pop. And as he drew closer, he heard another.
Pop. What were those pops, Fred wondered. And he hurried until he could see he was close enough, and then he stopped. Fred stopped at the spot he had known was good for planting. He hadn’t known it would be this good. There, above the ground where he had planted them, were three pilgrim hats. Fred had planted them, and they were growing.
Pop. A fourth pilgrim hat emerged from the ground. Fred had planted them one after the other, just a few minutes between hats, and that was how they were growing. After a few minutes, there was another pop, and out of the earth came a fifth pilgrim hat.
Each hat appeared to be the same size as when Fred had planted it, and the hats did not seem to be getting any bigger. But somehow, they were still growing. As the sixth and last pilgrim hat popped into view, Fred knew what was happening. He could see. The hats were growing UP. And for the hats to grow up, something had to be beneath them. As the sixth hat grew higher, it became clear to Fred what was beneath the first hat.
It was a head. A little tiny person head, strapped in tight by the buckle on the hat. And as the forehead rose higher above the ground and eyebrows appeared, Fred knew he was right. One by one six tiny-headed people were growing up out of the ground. And they were growing fast. Knowing how easy it was to scare people, Fred ducked behind some tall bushes and peeked out.
They were growing rapidly now. Once the hats were in the air, full heads were rising beneath them. Beneath the heads were necks, and beneath the necks were bodies. At least Fred guessed there were bodies there—the people were fully clothed, dressed in full pilgrim suits, just like the ones Fred had seen exactly one year ago.
And these new pilgrims emerged from the earth carrying large baskets of food, and before their feet were even out they were talking about finding a picnic table where they could set their baskets down. And once their feet were on the ground (instead of below it) the six newborn pilgrims set out in the exact direction of the clearing. They must have been told by the magic how to get there.
They must also have been told by the magic not to notice Fred yet, for in his excitement he made a lot of noise, but the pilgrims walked calmly onward. They reached their table and set it just like a year before, and Fred hid behind a tree just like a year before, until his stomach growled and he growled back, just like a year before, and the pilgrims heard him and ran away, leaving their food and their hats, just like a year before.
Now every year Fred the Bear goes to watch the harvest of the pilgrims he has planted, and Fred and his family and friends go to frighten the pilgrims, but not too much, and have a Thanksgiving feast. And there is always plenty for everyone.
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