The bear cub ventured alone into the forest. Not minding his step, he fell into a hole, from which he could not come out. He wept. The hole filled with his tears, and he swam out. He ran home to mother bear’s cave. The tear-filled hole is today a lake.
This week I’m republishing some of my favorite 50-word-stories.
boy with a hat 
I might have been to that lake once!
Fish swim hapilly in it.
I wonder if bear’s tears taste like honey?