Dido stopped climbing for a moment, and looked up at the man. Then the dancing bear rubbed his nose with his paw. A bear’s nose is very soft and tender, and when he is hit there it hurts him very much.
Then, as Dido was rubbing his sore nose, all of a sudden, Bang! something else was thrown by the man. It was a pair of pliers, for cutting wire, and they hit Dido on the paw he was holding up.
“Ha!” thought the dancing bear. “It is a good thing I had my paw over my nose, or I would be hurt worse than ever. I wonder why that man is throwing things at me, and shouting so?”
Just then Tom and George, the keepers of the bear, came running out of the field where they had been asleep under the haystack. They had awakened, missed Dido, and had come to search for him.
“Why, look at our bear!” cried George. “He is up the pole.”
“So he is!” exclaimed Tom, in surprise.
Then the telephone lineman on the pole saw the other two men.
“Hi, there!” he called to them. “Is this your bear?”
“Surely that is our bear,” answered George.
“Well, then, I wish you’d call him down!” went on the lineman. “He chased up here after me to bite and scratch me. Call him down.”