Buster Bear Goes Fishing
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by Thornton W. Burgess Contents
Buster Bear yawned gäspade. He lay on his comfortable bekväm bed of leaves. And he watched the first early morning sunbeams solstråle creeping repande through the Green Forest. The sun chased out jagar bort the Black Shadows.
Once more he yawned, and slowly got to his feet and shook himself.
Then he walked over to a big pine-tree. He stood up on his hind bakre legs. He reached as high up on the trunk of the tree as he could. He scratched the bark with his great claws klor. After that he yawned until it seemed as if his jaws käke would crack. And then sat down to think what he wanted for breakfast.
While he sat there, trying to make up his mind what would taste best, he was listening to the sounds that told of the waking uppvaknandet of all the little "people" who live in the Green Forest.
He heard Sammy Jay way off in the distance screaming, "Thief! Thief!" Bust Bear grinned. "I wonder, thought Buster, if some one has stolen Sammy's breakfast. Or if he has stolen the breakfast of some one else. Probably he is the thief himself."
He heard Chatterer the Red Squirrel ekkore 
scolding skälla på as fast as he could make his tongue go. Chatterer was working himself into a terrible rage raseri. "Must be that Chatterer got out of bed the wrong way this morning," thought he.
He heard Blacky the Crow cawing håller på att kraxa at the top of his lungs för full hals. He knew by the sound that Blacky was getting into mischief ofog of some kind.
He heard the sweet voices of happy little singers, and they were good to hear. But most of all he listened to a merry glad, low, silvery laugh skratt that never stopped but went on and on, until he just felt as if he must laugh too. It was the voice of the Laughing Brook. And as Buster listened it suddenly came to him just what he wanted for breakfast.
"I'm going fishing," said he in his deep grumbly-rumbly voice to no one in particular till ingen speciellt. "Yes, Sir, I'm going fishing. I want some fat trout (a kind of fish) 
for my breakfast."
He shuffled along lunkade fram over to the Laughing Brook. And straight to a little pool of which he knew. As he drew (came) near he took the greatest care not to make the teeniest, weeniest bit of noise.
Now it just happened that early as he was, some one was before Buster Bear. When he came in sight of the little pool, who should he see but another fisherman there — who had already caught a fine fat trout.
Who was it? Why, Little Joe Otter utter 
to be sure. He was just climbing up the bank strand with the fat trout in his mouth. Buster Bear's own mouth watered vattnas as he saw it.
Little Joe sat down on the bank and prepared to enjoy his breakfast. He hadn't seen Buster Bear, and he didn't know that he or any one else was anywhere near.
Buster Bear tiptoed up smög fram very softly until he was right behind Little Joe Otter. "Woof, woof!" said he in his deepest, most grumbly-rumbly voice. "That's a very fine looking trout. I wouldn't mind if I had it myself."
Little Joe Otter gave a frightened squeal skrik. And without even turning to see who was speaking, he dropped his fish. He dove headfirst dök med huvudet före into the Laughing Brook.
Buster Bear sprang (ran) forward. And with one of his big paws he caught the fat trout just as it was slipping back into the water.
Little Joe put his head out of water to see who had frightened skrämde him so. "Here's your trout, Mr. Otter," said Buster. "Come and get it."
But Little Joe wouldn't. The fact is, he was afraid to rädd. He snarled morrade at Buster Bear. He called him a thief tjuv and everything bad he could think of. Buster didn't seem to mind. He chuckled as if he thought it all a great joke. And repeated his invitation to Little Joe to come and get his fish. But Joe just turned his back and went off down the Laughing Brook in a great rage.
"It's too bad to waste such a fine fish," said Buster thoughtfully. "I wonder what I'd better do with it." And while he was wondering under tiden att han undrade, he ate it all up. Then he started down the Laughing Brook to try to catch some for himself.
