Bhabloo was a Himalayan Bear cub who lived up in the high mountains a long, long time ago. The icy cold winds did not bother Bhabloo as he had such a thick, black glossy coat with not a speck of white on it. His mother was as proud of him as she was worried, for Bhabloo could never keep still for long. He was always in search of adventure. His mother would growl him umpteen warnings that one day he would land himself in trouble, but of course, he never listened to her!
One full moon night, Bhabloo lay next to his mother at the mouth of their den. She was fast asleep for they had a good day in a maize field. Bhuttas were Bhabloo's favourite food! But now, he grew restless. He felt as though he had slept forever. He felt as though the next day would never begin.
'Oh, why can't something exciting happen for a change' Bhabloo said to himself. 'Something really exciting! Why can't I do something that will make all the bears think, Wow! Look, there's Bhabloo, the greatest Bear in the Mountains. Like, why can't I go to the moon' Oh, wouldn't that be something! Bhabloo, the First Bear on the Moon!'
His bright black eyes fixed firmly on the perfect 'O' of the moon, suddenly Bhabloo stiffened. What was that' Yes, yes, it was quite clear. He could go to the moon! He WOULD go to the moon! He would go to the moon right now! His whole body trembled with excitement as he took another look.
Yes ' there was no doubt about it at all. A tall deodar ' as tall as the sky itself, swayed in the breeze and every time it swayed in the right, it touched the moon.