He jerked quickly away and fled and the Bear was left standing with his mouth wide open
Just then Osmo, the Bear, ambled softly up behind the Fox. The Cat saw him and instantly flew up a [!-- original location of Left Standing illustration --] tree. Before the Fox could move Osmo clutched him firmly on the shoulder with his teeth.
“Oh, master, master!” the Cat called down from the tree. “What’s this? I with my one way have escaped and you with your hundred are caught!”
But the Fox paid no heed to the Cat. He twisted his head around and looked reproachfully at the Bear.
“Why, Osmo, my dear old friend!” he said, “what in the world do you mean taking hold of me so roughly! Ouch! You’re nipping my shoulder, really you are! I don’t understand why you’re acting this way! Here I’ve always been such a good friend to you, so faithful, so true, so—”
“What!” rumbled the Bear. “Faithful! True! Oh, you—”
Osmo’s feelings overcame him to such an extent that he opened his jaws to roar out freely his denial of the Fox’s hypocrisy.
That gave the Fox just the chance he wanted. He jerked quickly away and fled and the Bear was left standing with his mouth wide open.