VII
Papa bear. SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED.
Mamma bear. Somebody has been lying on my bed.
Baby bear. Somebody has been lying on my bed.
Why, here she is!
Silver-Hair. Oh, my!
I will jump.
Now I will run.
THE FIR TREE
I
I am a little fir tree.
I want to be tall.
I hate rabbits.
They jump over me.
II
I am three years old.
The rabbit cannot jump over me now.
It runs around me.
I wish I were taller.
I hate to be so little.
III
Now I am six years old.
Here come the woodchoppers.
They will take me away.
Here I go.
Thump! thump! thump!
IV