"He is. Not all farmers are as kind as he. Yet it is fine for him, too, as nobody steals from him. In that way he is better off than the farmers who never help raccoons or bears, or badgers."
"How much corn can we have?" asked Bobby.
"We may bring away with us all we can carry, so I hope you are feeling strong, my boy," replied Father Bear.
At this Bobby proudly bent his right arm, to show how big his muscle was, just as lots of little boys do.
His father smiled. "You'll need all the strength you have, Bobby, for we want to get enough corn today to last your mother all season."
On they went, mile after mile. Soon it became hot. Father Bear, being big and strong, didn't get tired. Bobby, because he was so young, soon became weary.
Do you think he showed it, though? Not he. He had been brought up to bear pain, and hard work, and cold, and heat, without complaining.
My, how glad he was, though, to see the yellow mass some distance ahead which told him they were near their journey's end.
"How do you like the looks of it, boy?" his father asked.
"Fine! And what a lot there is. There must be acres and acres and acres of it."