"'You are making a horrible noise,' said the crow. 'What's the matter with you?'
"'I am hungry,' replied the bear. 'Who is king of this country?'
"'We have no king. This country is ruled by the people,' said the bird.
"'Oh!' remarked King Bear, and scratched his ear. He had never in all his life heard of a country without a chief or a king. 'It looks like a poor sort of place. Where are the people?'
"'Here come a few of them now,' said the crow, turning his head over his shoulder. Sure enough, there were six wolves and two black bears approaching the hill at a fast run.
"'Here come a few of them now,' said the crow"
"'They don't seem to be at all afraid of me,' said King Bear, gruffly. 'And yet I am big enough to kill them all with one of my paws.'
"'You are very big,' admitted the crow. 'You are the biggest bear I ever saw—and you seem to be colored wrong, too. But that is neither here nor there. We do not think much of size in this country.'