"'Fir, Scotch Fir, Spruce,' growled out Bruin, for he was gruff in his tongue, that he was. But for all that he only named two trees, for Fir and Scotch Fir are both the same.
"'Ash, Aspen, Oak,' screamed Reynard, so that the wood rang again!
"So he had won the wager, and down he ran and took the heart out of the pig at one bite, and was just running off with it. But Bruin was angry because he had taken the best bit out of the whole pig, and so he laid hold of his tail and held him fast.
"'Stop a bit, stop a bit,' he said, and was wild with rage.
"'Never mind,' said the fox, 'it's all right; let me go, grandsire, and I'll give you a taste of my honey.'
"When Bruin heard that, he let go his hold, and away went Reynard after the honey.
"'Here, on this honeycomb,' said Reynard, 'lies a leaf, and under this leaf is a hole, and that hole you are to suck.'
"As he said this he held up the comb under the Bear's nose, took off the leaf, jumped up on a stone, and began to gibber and laugh, for there was neither honey nor honeycomb, but a wasp's nest, as big as a man's head, full of wasps, and out swarmed the wasps and settled on Bruin's head, and stung him in his eyes and ears, and mouth and snout. And he had such hard work to rid himself of them that he had no time to think of Reynard.
"And that's why, ever since that day, Bruin is so afraid of wasps."