When the Papa Bear had finished the story, he said to the Cub Bear, "What do you think of that story?"
And the little Cub Bear answered, "I think that it is best to do what papa says."
Then the Papa Bear said, "That is right. Now you must run back into the cave and go to sleep."
That night the little Cub Bear dreamed a bad dream. I do not know what it was, but he spoke aloud in his sleep and said, "I am always going to mind my papa," and then he felt the end of his nose with his paw. Can you guess what he was dreaming about?
The next morning the little Cub Bear wakened very early and rubbed his eyes and wondered whether any of the animals would come from the circus. He listened and listened.
Pretty soon he heard a very faint little patter, as if made by very small feet, and the Cub Bear listened and listened, and then he went to the door and looked out, and he said:
"I see a very strange animal coming. He has the shortest little legs. He is smaller than a very small dog, about as large as two cats, and he has a funny little sharp nose, and he has black and white stripes down his back."
Just then the owl saw the animal, and he said, "Who-o-o? who-o-o?" but the animal didn't answer him. He came right along to the mouth of the den.
Just as he reached there, the Circus Bear said, "I know who that is. That is Mr. Badger. Ask him to come in."
So the little Cub Bear said very politely, "Come in, Mr. Badger;" and the badger came in.