A Letter for Tiger - Enhanced Edition. Janosch

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      Speaker: Tomas Spencer

       Music and Sounds: Oliver Niemeier

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A Letter

      One day, when Little Bear was setting off

       to go fishing in the river again, Little

       Tiger said:

      »Bear, I feel so lonely when you’re away.

       I wish you’d write a letter home, to cheer

       me up. Please do!«

       »All right,« said Little Bear,

       and he took a bottle of blue ink with him.

       He also took a canary’s feather, because

       you can write very well with a canary

       quill pen.

      He took some notepaper too, and an envelope

       for his letter.

       When he was down by the riverside, first he

       put a worm on his hook, and then he put

       the hook and line in the water, and then he

       picked up the quill pen and wrote a letter

       on the notepaper, in blue ink.

       It said:

      »Dear Tiger,

       This is to let you know that I am very well.

       How are you?

       Please peel the onions and boil the potatoes

       while I’m out.»

      I may bring home a fish for supper. With

       love and kisses from Little Bear.«

       Then he put the letter in the envelope and

       stuck it together. He caught two fish: one

       to eat, and one to be put back in the water

       to cheer it up, because everyone likes to

       feel cheerful.

       When evening came he picked up his fish

       and his bucket, his ink and his quill pen,

       and the letter too, and he started for home.

       Wait a minute, Little Bear!

       You nearly forgot your fishing rod!

      »Oh yes, so I did! Thank you very much,«

       says Little Bear.

       When he reached the top of the hill, he

       began calling out:

       »A letter! For Tiger!

       A letter! For Tiger!«

      But Little Tiger did not hear him.Tiger was

       lying in the grass behind their little house.

      He had not peeled any onions or boiled any

       potatoes.

       He had not swept the living room floor

       or watered the flowers.

       He had not wanted to do anything at all,

       because he still felt so lonely.

      And now he did not even want his letter,

       either.

      Because Little Bear was home again himself,

       in person.

       That night Little Tiger woke Little Bear up.

       »Listen, I must just ask you something

       before you go to sleep,« he said.

       »Could you send your letter rather earlier

       tomorrow? Perhaps you could send it by