Muwin and the Magic Hare

Muwin and the Magic Hare — page 3
Muwin the bear reached through the leafless branches of an apple tree and knocked the last fruit down with a heavy paw Dusk was falling The air smelled of frost Far away geese called as they flew above the open water of the bay The bear sat back chewing the apple He was big and sleek and so fat that when he walked his belly nearly touched the ground In a bank beneath the roots of an oak his winter den stared out at him He shuffled the dry leaves that had dropped before it and carried an armful inside There must be something left for me to do I’m not ready to sleep Muwin growled All at once he caught a scent of snowshoe hare He peered past the trunk of a white birch Two long white ears quivered