The Story...

On December 9th, Benjamin opened the next door and and saw a well.

The little bear trekked across a desert. The sand burned his feet and he was desperately thirsty. With his last ounce of strength he dragged himself to a well, but it was empty. Only mud and dirt lay at the bottom.

"I'll die of thirst," groaned the little bear. And he felt very alone. Then, in the distance, he heard a loud jumble of voices. He could see a magnificently decorated caravan moving across the dunes.

"Have pity! Take me with you!" the little bear called out and sank down, exhausted.

But no one heard him.

While the little bear slept in the hot sand, three men dressed like kings came and filled the well to the brim with water. Then they got back on their camels and moved on.

A small mouse had seen everything. She tugged the little bear's ear, "Wake up! There is water in the well again!"

It took all the little bear's strength to drag himself to the well. He drank and drank until he was no longer thirsty.

Meanwhile, a fox and snake had come over, curious to see what had happened. "A miracle took place in the desert!" they whispered in astonishment. "Look! Flowers are blooming all around the well!"

And the little bear, filled with renewed strength, continued on his way.

"I'm so glad the little bear didn't die of thirst," said Benjamin.

"So am I," said Mother Bear. "You see, Benjamin, God always hear our calls for help."

-Advent Storybook, By: Antonie Schneider