Kenzie brought this story home from school and we thought we would share it with all of you.
One cold morning, long, long ago, a little boy named Ivan pulled on his favorite yellow mittens, waved good-bye to his grandparents, and went out to gather wood. He trudged through the new-fallen snow, pulling his little sled behind him.
In the forest, Ivan found a spot where twigs and branches had fallen off the trees. He gathered so much wood that it kept rolling off his sled. As he bent to pick up a stick, Ivan dropped one of his yellow mittens. Little Ivan trudged back home, pulling his sled full of wood behind him, not knowing that he had lost one of his favorite mittens.
Meanwhile in the forest, a little mouse found the mitten and crawled in to keep ward. Soon, a frog came by and asked the mouse if he could come in, too. "Sure. Come in before you freeze," the mouse said. Then an owl flew down and asked if he could come into the mitten. "Sure," said the mouse. "If you have good manners you can join us."
A rabbit came hopping by and said, "Is there room for me? The night is so cold."
"Sure," said the mouse. And all four animals huddled closer together.
But then a fox came and pushed his way into the mitten without even asking if he could come in! To make things even worse, a gray wolfe squeezed in. Next, a wild boar came by. The other animals were beginning to get anxious, but the wild boar promised he would climb in ever so carefully. Then a great, big grizzly bear walked by, sniffed the air, and caught sight of the animals huddled in the mitten.
"Oh, go away!" cried the group. "We have no more room!"
"Nonsense," said the bear and he jostled his way in.
Just then the seams of the mitten began to tear. And along came a tiny cricket. "I'm freezing, and the mitten looks so warm and inviting. Surely you'll let me in," he chirped. But as soon as the little cricket put his tiny, little leg in, the mitten split wide open, sending all the animals flying out in the snow!
At just that moment, Ivan realized he had lost his mitten. He ran back to the forest, but alas, all that was left of his mitten were shreds of yellow wool. And how strange! Out of the corner of his eye Ivan imagined he saw a tiny mouse in a yellow hat peeking out from behind a bush.
Ivan walked home, feeling very sad until he saw his grandmother standing by the door. Ivan's sad face broke into a big smile. In his grandmother's hands was a new pair of mittens she had knitted for him while he was gone.
Ivan and his grandparents never did find out what really happened to his other yellow mitten.
One cold morning, long, long ago, a little boy named Ivan pulled on his favorite yellow mittens, waved good-bye to his grandparents, and went out to gather wood. He trudged through the new-fallen snow, pulling his little sled behind him.
In the forest, Ivan found a spot where twigs and branches had fallen off the trees. He gathered so much wood that it kept rolling off his sled. As he bent to pick up a stick, Ivan dropped one of his yellow mittens. Little Ivan trudged back home, pulling his sled full of wood behind him, not knowing that he had lost one of his favorite mittens.
Meanwhile in the forest, a little mouse found the mitten and crawled in to keep ward. Soon, a frog came by and asked the mouse if he could come in, too. "Sure. Come in before you freeze," the mouse said. Then an owl flew down and asked if he could come into the mitten. "Sure," said the mouse. "If you have good manners you can join us."
A rabbit came hopping by and said, "Is there room for me? The night is so cold."
"Sure," said the mouse. And all four animals huddled closer together.
But then a fox came and pushed his way into the mitten without even asking if he could come in! To make things even worse, a gray wolfe squeezed in. Next, a wild boar came by. The other animals were beginning to get anxious, but the wild boar promised he would climb in ever so carefully. Then a great, big grizzly bear walked by, sniffed the air, and caught sight of the animals huddled in the mitten.
"Oh, go away!" cried the group. "We have no more room!"
"Nonsense," said the bear and he jostled his way in.
Just then the seams of the mitten began to tear. And along came a tiny cricket. "I'm freezing, and the mitten looks so warm and inviting. Surely you'll let me in," he chirped. But as soon as the little cricket put his tiny, little leg in, the mitten split wide open, sending all the animals flying out in the snow!
At just that moment, Ivan realized he had lost his mitten. He ran back to the forest, but alas, all that was left of his mitten were shreds of yellow wool. And how strange! Out of the corner of his eye Ivan imagined he saw a tiny mouse in a yellow hat peeking out from behind a bush.
Ivan walked home, feeling very sad until he saw his grandmother standing by the door. Ivan's sad face broke into a big smile. In his grandmother's hands was a new pair of mittens she had knitted for him while he was gone.
Ivan and his grandparents never did find out what really happened to his other yellow mitten.
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