So Andy said the first verse again good and loud. He made the phrase "Just for the P. T. A." sound like a football yell.
"Good! That ought to wow 'em. Now say the next verse."
Again Andy's eyes sought the ceiling.
You may have heard the story
Of this girl with golden hair,
Who lost her way in a dark wood—
Andy could not remember what came next.
"Belonging to a bear," Jerry prompted. "I don't remember that the story said anything about Papa Bear owning the woods, but maybe he did. Go on, Andy."
Andy could not remember any of the last verse, so Jerry read it to him slowly.
I won't go on with the story,
For our play will now portray
What happened to little Goldilocks
The day she lost her way.
"Say it, Andy," urged Jerry.
Andy pouted. "I don't want to. I hate my log piece," he said fiercely. "I wanted to be the great big bear. I wanted to say, 'Who's been eating my porridge?' I can talk the loudest. But Ned Brooks is going to be the great big bear." Andy's lower lip quivered. He looked ready to bawl.