"And the Papa Bear said, 'I guess that wasn't a dream, but I am so glad that you are alive, that I am not going to scold you for disobeying me.'"
When this story about the "Little-Cub-Bear-that-would-not-mind-his-papa" was finished, our little Cub Bear, who lived away up in the cave in the mountain, said, "I should think that every little bear ought to mind his papa and do just as he says, else they might get drowned, you know."
Then the little bear went off to bed and to sleep.
The next morning early the little Cub Bear got up and rubbed his eyes with his paws, instead of washing them as little boys do.
Just then he heard a noise as if some animal was coming, and he ran to the mouth of the den and looked out, and said:
"I see the queerest looking animal coming up the path. It has long ears and a great big mouth, and a queer looking tail, and looks something like a horse, but still it looks different from a horse."
And just then the owl saw the animal and said, "Who-o-o? who-o-o?" and the animal answered, "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw."
And the Circus Bear said, "I know who that is. That is a mule. Her name is Jenny."
Just then Jenny came to the mouth of the den, and the little Cub Bear said, very politely, "Come in, Mrs. Jenny."