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RACUM AND BEAR
Once upon a time, there was a little raccoon by
the name of Racum. He was a very smart raccoon who never left a pea or a green
bean on his plate. Racum had one fault and that was that he always played on the
road. He had one bigger fault and that was that sometimes he even crossed the
road. It didn't matter how many times his mother and father had told him not to
play on the road. He would not listen.
Across the road, in the Big Dark Forest lived a big bad bear, called Bear. He
was big and black and loved raccoon soup. Little raccoons made his soup taste
even better. He had been eyeing little Racum for sometime now.
It was a bright warm sunny day. Racum wanted to play outside. His mother and
father told him, he could, but not to go near the road.
Racum played for about ten minutes, without going near the road. Then, all of a
sudden, he jumped up from his sandbox and scooted across the road. Racum ran.
Finally, he was so tired that he had to stop. He spotted a big rock to sit on.
He rested on the rock for fifteen minutes. Then he decided that he'd better get
home or else he'd be in a lot of trouble. He got up from his rock and shook his
big furry tail.
"Did I come in from this way, or did I come in from that way?" thought Racum.
Racum was lost. He sat down on the rock and started to cry.
From behind a big maple tree, Racum heard a big thump. Racum was so scared. His
big furry tail was shaking. The noise stopped. Racum looked up and saw two big
black eyes and four big white teeth glaring up at him.
"Come with me little Racum," said Bear. "My name is Bear and I will take you to
your house."
Racum didn't want to go with Bear, but he did want to go home, so he followed
him.
Racum and Bear were getting deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, they
reached a little clearing with a big soup pot boiling away under a huge roaring
fire.
"Come, little Racum," Bear coaxed.
"You tricked me, you big mean old bear," cried Racum. "This isn't the way to my
house."
"That's right," snapped Bear. "This is my house and this is my soup pot and you
are going to be my supper!"
Racum started running as fast as he could go. He was running so fast that he
didn't notice his mother standing in front of him, calling his name over and
over again.
"Racum! Racum! Racum!" his mother called. "Where are you? Oh Racum!"
THUMP!!! Racum ran right into his mother.
Oh Racum, you are safe," screamed his mother with joy. "I hope you will never go
near the road again."
"Oh Mother," sobbed Racum. "I will never disobey you or father again."
Racum and his family lived happily ever after.
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