But the bear got up and rubbed his eyes:
"Now you have disturbed my afternoon nap," he growled, angrily, "and I shall have my revenge on you, never fear. When I come back, I shall bring some beech-seed with me and I'll answer for it that you will all turn yellow with envy when you see how handsome the new trees are."
Then he trotted away.
But the oaks talked to one another for days at a time of the queer trees which he had told them of:
"If they come, we'll do for them!" said the little oak-tree.
But the old oak gave him one on the head:
"If they come," he said, "you'll be civil to them, you puppy. But they won't come."
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But this was where the old oak was wrong, for they did come.
In the autumn, the bear returned and lay down under the old oak: