Chapter 5

_Father Bear._ Well, little son, aren't you about ready to go home?

_Sonny Bear._ Oh, no, father! Let me play just a little longer. Here are such good places to hide in the shady wood.

_Mother Bear._ No, dear little sonny, we must go home now. It is getting late. It's time for you to have your supper and go to bed.

_Sonny Bear._ All right, mother dear. I believe I am hungry, and your porridge is always so good.

_Mother Bear._ Most children like porridge. Perhaps you can have a nice red apple, too.

_Sonny Bear._ Oh, goody! Little sonny bears always like apples, don't they, papa?

_Father Bear._ Yes, my dear. Mother, let me take your knitting basket. What are you making now?

_Mother Bear._ A warm cap for sonny. Isn't it pretty?

_Father Bear._ Very pretty, and he should be very glad he has such a good mother.

_Sonny Bear._ She _is_ a good mother, and you are a very good father, too.

_Father Bear._ Well, here we are at home again. But the door is open. I'm certain I closed it when we went away. Who has been here?

_Mother Bear._ Let us take off our wraps and have our tea.

_Father Bear._ Why, somebody has been tasting my porridge.

_Mother Bear._ What? Let me see! Some one has left a spoon in my porridge, too.

_Sonny Bear._ Oh, mamma! Look at my bowl! Some one has eaten my porridge all up.

_Mother Bear._ Never mind, sonny boy, you may have some of mine. But I wonder who has been here. Let us go into the parlor and see if anyone is there.

_Father Bear_. Who's been moving my chair?

_Mother Bear._ Some one has been sitting in my chair!

_Sonny Bear._ Look, mother! Some one has been rocking in my chair and broken it all to pieces! O dear! my nice little chair!

_Father Bear._ Never mind, Sonny Bear; don't cry. I'll buy you another chair at Mr. Wolf's store to-morrow.

_Mother Bear._ And now it is time for us to go to bed. Our little son is tired and sleepy.

_Father Bear._ I'll carry him up stairs. Come, sonny, there you are up on my shoulder.

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see an old woman ride on a white horse. With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes!

Well, who's been in my bed, I'd like to know?

_Mother Bear._ Why, look at my bed. Some one has been lying on my bed!

_Sonny Bear._ Come quick, Mother! Father, come! Some one is in my bed.

_Goldilocks_ (_waking and frightened_). Oh, see the three Bears. Come, Dollie, let us jump out of the window. [_Runs away._]

_Mother Bear._ The little girl has gone, dear. Now you must go to sleep.

THE BIRD WITH THE BROKEN WING

PERSONS IN THE PLAY--THE BIRD, THE OAK TREE, THE MAPLE, THE WILLOW, THE SPRUCE, THE PINE, THE JUNIPER, THE FOREST FAIRY, JACK FROST