The Berenstain Bears and the Trouble With Friends
Stan Berenstain, Jan Berenstain
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The new cub in the neighborhood, Lizzy Bruin, is the same age as Sister Bear--and she's also just as bossy. After a fight threatens their budding friendship, both cubs learn that you can't always have your own way if you want to have friends.
The Berenstain Bears and the Trouble with Friends Stan & Jan Berenstain Random House (logo) New York Copyright © 1986 by Berenstains, Inc. All rights reserved under International and Pan American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data: Berenstain, Stan. The Berenstain bears and the trouble with friends. (A First time book)
little bossy—and a little braggy.” The next morning, bright and early, the phone rang. It was Sister’s new friend, Lizzy. “Want to come over and play school?” asked Lizzy. “Okay,” said Sister. “Bring some of your dolls and stuffed animals,” added Lizzy, “because mine aren’t unpacked yet.” So Sister gathered up some of her favorite dolls and stuffed animals and headed for the tree house down the road. “Come on in here,” called Lizzy from the garage. “My mama and papa are
want without having to worry about that Lizzy Bruin!” “That’s true,” said Mama in a quiet voice. “Of course, there are some things you really can’t do very well by yourself.” “Like what?” asked Sister. “You’d have a pretty hard time pushing yourself on a swing,” said Mama. “And I’d like to see you ride a seesaw by yourself. Most games like hopscotch and jacks take at least two to play. And it certainly is nice to have someone to laugh and giggle with.” “Maybe so,” said Sister,
again. “Last one back to your garage is a rotten egg!” And off she scooted, laughing and giggling, with Lizzy scampering after her.
other on the swings. They played tag … laughed and giggled … rolled down a grassy bank … and picked wild flowers for their mamas. “Why, thank you, Sister. How lovely!” said Mama, putting her wild flowers in water. “Well, what’s your new friend like?” “Her name is Lizzy, she’s six years old, she’s an only cub—and,” Sister said, “she’s a little bossy.” “Oh,” said Mama. “Well, you certainly seemed to be having fun.” “Oh, yes!” said Sister. “I had a lot of fun! A