Mr. Bear was just that minute getting fixed for his third run. "What is it?" he said, holding himself back.
"I found a big honey-tree, yesterday evening," Mr. Robin said. "The biggest one I ever saw. I'll show you the way, if you care for honey."
Now Mr. Bear likes honey better than anything in the world, and when he heard about the big tree Mr. Robin had found he licked out his tongue and smacked his lips.
"Of course I like honey," he said, "especially for dessert. I'll be ready to go with you in a few minutes."
Mr. 'Coon and Mr. 'Possum, who had crept out to listen, fell over at those words, and rolled back under the beds again.
"But you ought not to wait a minute, Tucky dear," Mr. Robin said. "It's going to be warm when the sun gets out, and those bees will be lively and pretty fierce."
Mr. Savage Bear scratched his head, and his tongue hung out, thinking of the nice honey he might lose.
"It's beautiful honey, Tucky—clover honey, white and fresh."
A. Savage Bear's tongue hung out farther, and seemed fairly to drip. "Where is that tree?" he said.
