He rose from his bed of leaves.

He left his den, his home.

Jim felt a chill in his bone.

He chose to find some food.

He sniffed the air for a scent.

Jim found a cone on the path.

He gave it a poke with his paw.

But the cone was hard, not food.

So, Jim left the cone and went on.

He saw a lone deer in a glade.

Jim ran fast, his paws hit the stone.

But the deer was fast, it fled.

Jim gave up, he felt a bit sad.

He walked back home, his tail low.

As he got near, he sniffed a smell.

A fish was on a stone by his den.

With a wag of his tail, Jim ate.

Full and warm, Jim went back in his den.

He curled up and soon, he doze off.