"Let's invite all the birds to a party!"
"We will give the party to-morrow," said Mother Bear. "But what shall we offer the birds to eat?"
"Blackberries and honey," replied Father Bear.
"Once I saw a robin eat a wiggly worm," said Baby Bear.
"I'll tell you what we'd better do, Father Bear," said Mother Bear. "You take a walk around the edge of the woods and find out what the birds like best to eat."
Father Bear set out gayly enough, but he came back looking sad and discouraged.
"We can't have the party!" he said. "I have been asking questions, and what do you suppose I have learned? The robins eat worms, and they eat so many that we couldn't dig enough to satisfy one robin!"
"Then suppose we give a little party, and invite only catbirds," said Mother Bear.
"Catbirds!" exclaimed Father Bear, in a big, gruff voice. "Catbirds eat grasshoppers—thirty at a time! You can't buy jumping grasshoppers by the quart."
