“Oh, I just feel happy!” cried Dido, gayly.
Then he swam about some more, splashing in the water of the lake, and lapping some water with his red tongue.
“I wish we could catch some fish,” said Gruffo, after a bit. “I’m hungry.”
“So am I,” said Muffo. “Let’s go fishing.”
“I’m coming, too,” said Dido.
The bears came up out of the water, with their fur dripping wet, and started to go fishing. They did not need poles or lines or hooks. All they had to do was to sit on a log, near the lake, and when, by looking down, they saw a fish swimming along they just put their claws quickly in and pulled the fish out. It was very easy for them, but it would have been hard for you or me.
“Ha! I see a fish!” suddenly cried Dido. “Watch me catch him!”
Down into the water he thrust his paw. But something was wrong. Either Dido did not see the fish, and only thought he did, or he went after it too quickly. For he reached over too far, and the next thing he knew he was splashing in the lake again. He had fallen in.
“Ho! Ho!” laughed Muffo. “That’s a queer way to fish, Dido.”
“I—I didn’t meant to do that!” spluttered Dido, as he crawled out on the bank.