Autumn is almost over. The wind ruffles the trees again, plucks and tears the last brown leaves from the branches and whirls them through the air. And one lands on the bear's nose. He has just come from the forest and his stomach is heavy from eating the last nuts and mushrooms. And his legs are heavy too - so tired before hibernation. He slowly trudges to his bear cave. He is looking forward to his soft hibernation bed. He will stretch out, stretch and curl up on it. And then he will sail on it, as light as a feather, into the land of dreams. The time has come. He flops down on his bed, stretches, stretches and curls up. But what is that? Something is poking and pinching! The bear shakes out his bed. And? Nothing helped, no shaking and no shaking! The bear cannot sleep like this. And when he cannot sleep, he gets in a bad mood. How is this going to continue?