So the tomtits began to flutter around the hunters and fly a little way toward the glen and then back again. The men followed the birds to see what could be the matter.
By and by the bear saw the hunters coming, led on by his little enemies, the tomtits. He ran from one side of the glen to the other. He hid himself in a cave among the rocks. But he could not escape the hunters.
The wolf happened to be near by upon the rocks that overlooked the glen. Hearing the noise, he came and peeped over.
As soon as he saw what had happened to the bear, he thought it would be prudent for him to walk away. This he did, saying to himself as he went:—
"Well, the bear has found out that a friend is better than an enemy, whether he is great or small."
Here the farmer paused. He had ended his story.
"What did they do with the bear?" asked Rollo.
"Oh," said the farmer, "they took off his skin to make caps of, and nailed his claws up on the barn."