LastsummerLittleBearwentonalongjourneywithhisfatherandmother. TheThreeBearshadabeautifultimetravelingthroughthebigforestuntiltheyreachedthebanksofadeep,swiftriver. Thentherewastrouble,forLittleBearcouldnotswim,nordidhewishtolearnhowtoswim.Hesaidhewasafraidofthewater. “FatherBearcaneasilycarrymeovertheriver,”hesuggested. “Nonsense!”repliedbigFatherBearingrufftones.“Nonsense,myson!Youareoldenoughandstrongenoughtolearntoswim.Iwillnotcarryyouacrossthestream.Neithershallyourmother.” JustthentherecameFatherOtter,swimminglikeaseal,andtwistingandturninginthewaterlikeafish. “PerhapsthegoodotterwillteachLittleBeartoswim,”MotherBearsaid,andthencalledtohim. “Itistheeasiestthingintheworldtoteachalittlebearhowtoswim,”answeredFatherOtter.“Justthrowhimin!”Andawayhewent,laughingoverhisshoulder. “Hemustbejoking,”observedMotherBearquickly,becauseshewasafraidthatFatherBearwouldtossLittleBearintotheriver,andshedidnotliketheidea. AtthatmomentMotherOttercameswimmingdowntheriverwithherchildren.OneofthemclimbeduponhershouldersandstaredsolemnlyatLittleBearontheriverbank. “Goodmorning!”saidMotherBear. “Goodmorning!”answeredMotherOtter. “Yourchildrenarefineswimmers,”addedMotherBear. “Certainly,”answeredMotherOtter.“Everyoneofthemknowsthatourpeoplehaveallbeenfamousswimmersforcenturies.” “Isuppose,then,”venturedMotherBear,“thatyourchildrenwerebornswimmers.Youprobablyhadtroubleinkeepingthemoutofthewaterwhentheywerebabies.” MotherOtterlaughed.“Thetroublewastogetthemintothewater,”shesaid,“becausethesillylittlethingswereafraid. Allyoungottersareafraidofthewaterandhavetobeputintoitbyforce.” “Youdonotmeanit!”exclaimedMotherBear,withgreatamazementinhertones. “IndeedIdo,”repliedMotherOtter.“Wehadtopusheveryoneofourchildrenintothewater.DoesLittleBearknowhowtoswim?” “No,”answeredMotherBear,shakingherhead,“heisafraidtotry.” “Duckhim,”advisedMotherOtter,“duckhim.Thereisnootherwaytoteachalittlebeartoswim.” Andawayshewent,downthestream,intendingtoovertakeFatherOtter. ThelittleOtterskeptlookingback,hopingtoseeFatherBeartossLittleBearintotheriver. ButMotherBearbeggedhimnottoteachLittleBeartoswimthatday,andsothelittleOttersmissedthefun. ThatnighttheThreeBearscampedbesidethedeep,swiftriver. AfterLittleBearwascuddleddowninhisbedofleavesandspringyboughs,MotherBearmadeFatherBearpromisenottotossLittleBearintotheriverunlessLittleBearsaidhewantedhimto. ThenextmorningFatherBearwassorrythathehadmadethepromise,becauseanhonest-lookingpolecatwhocameacrossthestreamandwentintothewoodstoldFatherBearandMotherBearthatthelargest,sweetestblackberriesintheforestwereripeontheothershore. “Andnow,”whisperedMotherBeartoFatherBear,“aren’tyousorrythatyoutoldhimthatwewouldn’tcarryhimover?” “Sureenough,Iam,”agreedFatherBear.Andthenhelaughedatthejokeonhimself. “Well,”suggestedMotherBearatlast,“IshallcoaxLittleBeartoletyoutosshimgentlyintotheriver,andIshallcatchhimifhefindshecannotswim.” “Nonsense!”grumbledFatherBear,andstoppedlaughing.“Whileyoucoax,”hesaid,“Ishallgoforawalk.” Coaxingdidnotdoanygood.WhenLittleBearsawhisfatherwanderaway,hetoldhismotherthathedidnotfeellikegoingintothewaterthatmorning.Hehopedshewouldpleaseexcusehim.Andsosheexcusedhim. SoonFatherBearcameback,smilingandhappy.“Ihavefoundabridge,”saidhe. “Anoldloghasfallenacrosstheriveralittlewayupstream,where,ontheotherside,blackberriesarealmostasbigasducks’eggs. LittleBearcanwalkacrossonthelog.” “Allright,I’lldoit,”promisedLittleBear,andgladlyfollowedhisfatheruntiltheThreeBearsreachedthebridge. ButwhileLittleBearwasskippingjoyfullyoverthelog,tryingtoreachtheoppositebankbeforehisfatherandmothercouldswimacross,thelogturnedoverandsentLittleBearheadfirstintotheriver. Fortunately,heknewenoughtokeephismouthshut,andinalittlewhilehebobbedup,shakinghisheadtogetthewateroutofhiseyesandhisearsandpaddlinglikeaduck. Thatwasalltherewastoit,because,everafter,LittleBearcouldswim. MotherBearbelievestothisdaythatFatherBearknewthatthelogwouldrollover.Shebelievesitbecause,wheneveranyoneaskshim,hesaysnothing,butjustlaughs.