A HUNTING PARTY
Cuffy Bear was one of those lucky people that eat almost everything. He liked blueberries and he liked honey; he liked maple sugar and he liked baked beans. When he was eating he never complained about his food if only there was enough. Whatever he had, he wanted a plenty of it.
He was wandering through the woods one day when he heard a tap, tap, tapping a little way off. He stopped and listened and sniffed. And then he said, "Woof! It isn't a man. Unless I'm mistaken it's a Woodpecker."
Cuffy Bear turned aside and plunged through the hushes until he came into a little clearing. There, working away upon a dead tree, was Reddy Woodpecker. One couldn't help seeing his bright red cap.
"I say," Cuffy Bear called to him, "let's go hunting!"
Reddy looked around at Cuffy Bear.
"Hunting!" he echoed. "What sort of hunting?"
"Let's go hunting for grubs!" said Cuffy Bear. "I'm very fond of grubs. And I know you are, too."
Now, Reddy Woodpecker never had dreamed that Cuffy Bear would ever invite so small a person as he was to go hunting with him. So it was only to be expected that Reddy should be pleased and even somewhat flattered.
"All right!" he agreed. "When you're ready, say the word."