Bobby had heard his father talking to a bear neighbor one day, and they had used the word "acre" when describing things. So he, just like lots of little boys, wanted to be "big" and he had used it now.
When Father Bear heard Bobby use the word "acres" he pretended not to notice it. So he simply answered, "Yes, there's surely a lot of corn here."
They had brought something to eat with them. Now they chose a big, shady tree, and, sitting beneath it, munched away at the food.
Bobby felt very grateful for the rest, and when they again got on their feet he was ready for anything.
Picking out that part of the field where the corn was richest, Bobby Bear's father had him hold both arms out.
Then Father Bear loaded his arms and off they started for home. Each had his arms full of corn.
"How hot the sun—and how hard the road—and, oh, how far away home is." These were some of the thoughts in the young bear's mind.
But did he think for a minute of giving up? Never—
Father Bear, however, saw how weary his little boy was and said, kindly, "We'll rest awhile under the next shade tree we come to."
Each of them piled his load of corn beside him, then, stretching out, they both slept.