Once upon a time, there was a bear and a fox.
The bear had a small attic in his house, where he stored a barrel of honey.
The fox found out about the bear’s secret. How could she get her hands on the honey?
The fox went to the bear’s little house and sat by his window.
“My friend, you don’t know how much I’m suffering!”
“My friend, what troubles you?”
“My little house is broken, the corner has collapsed, and I can’t even light my stove. Could you let me stay in your house for a while?”
“Come in, my friend, stay in my house.”
So they slept by the stove. The fox lay down, but her tail kept twitching. How could she get the honey? When the bear fell asleep, the fox tapped her tail, making a knocking sound.
The bear asked, “Who’s knocking at the door?”
“They’re looking for me. My neighbor just had a baby boy!”
“Then go, my friend.”
The fox went out. She climbed up to the small attic and began eating the honey. After she was full, she returned to the stove and lay down again.
“My friend, hey, my friend,” the bear asked, “what’s the name of the village you went to?”
“Honey Barrel Village.”
“That’s a strange name.”
The second night, after they went to bed, the fox again tapped her tail, making a knocking sound.
“My friend, my friend, they’re calling me again.”
“Then go, my friend.”
The fox climbed up to the small attic and ate half of the honey. After eating, she returned to sleep.
“My friend, my friend, what was the name of the village you went to tonight?”
“Halfway Village.”
“That’s another strange name.”
On the third night, the fox again tapped her tail, making a knocking sound.
“They’re calling me again.”
“My friend, hey, my friend,” the bear said, “don’t stay too long this time. Tonight, we’re planning to make sweet pancakes.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
She climbed up to the small attic by herself and finished the entire barrel of honey. By the time she returned, the bear was already up.
“My friend, hey, my friend, what was the name of the village you went to this time?”
“All-Gone Village.”
“That name is even stranger. Now, let’s make some sweet pancakes.”
The bear was about to make pancakes, but the fox asked, “Where’s your honey, my friend? Where’s the honey?”
“It’s in the small attic.”
The bear climbed up to the attic to get the honey. The barrel was empty, nothing was left.
“Who ate my honey?” he asked. “It must have been you, my friend, it couldn’t have been anyone else!”
“No, my friend, I haven’t even seen a trace of the honey. Maybe you ate it yourself and are blaming it on me!”
The bear thought long and hard…
“I have an idea,” he said. “Let’s test who ate the honey. We’ll both lie down in the sun with our bellies facing up. Whoever’s belly has honey melting on it is the one who ate it.”
They both went out into the sun and lay down on their backs. The bear lay there and soon fell asleep. The fox, however, did not fall asleep. She looked at her belly, and after a while, a drop of honey dripped down. She quickly scraped the honey off her belly and smeared it onto the bear’s belly.
“My friend, hey, my friend, what is this! Now it’s clear who ate the honey!”
The bear had no choice but to admit to the fox that he had wrongly accused her.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
