Paul Bright

It's nearly Christmas, but Grumpy Badger's in an intolerable mood. The forest is a flurry of activity, with everyone putting up the Christmas tree, wrapping presents, and making yummy treats. Didn't they know - that Christmas and the long cold winter are meant for sleeping straight through? "Piffle!" shouts Grumpy Badger. "I don't like presents and I don't like Christmas!"...

"Quiet!" roars Pa Lion. And all is quiet in the jungle. Not a rumble nor a grumble, not a chitter nor a chatter, not a pitter nor a patter, not a teeny, tiny squeak. Now Pa Lion must make sure it stays this way as baby Leo sleeps.

How the wind blew! How the thunder crashed! How the lightening flashed! Terrified of the wild storm blowing outside, Baby Bear, Little Bear, and Young Bear crawl, one by one, into bed with their parents. "There?s no such thing as monsters," their dad tells each of them. "What a scaredy-bear you are." But when there?s a rat-tat-tat at the door and the lights go out, Daddy Bear suddenly isn?t quite ...