The friends first met on a fateful day in a flower strewn meadow far from the mountains. They had each been going a different way. Bear was going west back to the mountains. Fox was going north because he could only catch mice if he was facing that direction. Hare was going east to hide out in the salt marsh until his coat turned brown. Mouse was going south for no reason at all. It was quite by accident they all arrived at this exact spot at the exact same time and became automatic best friends, which they remain to this day.