Neddie and Beckie hurried out of school that afternoon. They had managed to get through their lessons, and were very anxious to eat some of the honey cakes—that is, if their mamma would let them.
“I hope they’re out on the stoop when we get there,” said Beckie.
“Oh, you honey cakes!” exclaimed Neddie, jolly-like. “Of course they’ll be there.”
And just then, as it happened, there was a bad old wolf behind the fence. And he heard what the bear cub children were saying.
“Honey cakes, eh?” exclaimed the wolf. “I guess I’ll go get some for myself.”
So he ran through the woods, a shorter way than Neddie and Beckie went, and the old wolf got there first, just as the one did in the Little Red Riding Hood story.
“Ah! ha!” exclaimed the wolf, as he smelled the honey cakes. “Now for a good meal! I’m glad I heard Neddie and Beckie talking about this. Oh, you honey cakes!”
The old wolf went softly to the stoop. He looked all around, but he saw no one. Mrs. Stubtail was washing the dishes and Aunt Piffy had gone to lie down and take a nap. Mr. Whitewash, the polar bear, was over visiting Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, and Uncle Wigwag, as we know, was hiding behind the stump.
The wolf saw no one, and up the back steps he went to get the honey cakes that were set out there to cool. But something happened.
All of a sudden the wolf stepped in the glue and stuck fast. All four feet were caught in the sticky stuff and when the wolf tried to get loose he only stuck the faster.