“Did you notice what a beautiful black coat he had?” asked Boxer, glancing at his own little black coat with pride.
“I like brown better myself,” sniffed Woof-Woof, whose coat was brown like their mother’s.
“He really is very big and handsome,” continued Boxer.
“And a coward,” sniffed Woof-Woof. “You noticed how he ran from Mother Bear.”
“That was because he discovered his mistake about us. Of course he wouldn’t fight then,” Boxer said in defense.
“I don’t care, I think he is a poor sort of a father, and I’m not a bit proud of him,” persisted Woof-Woof.
“I hope I grow up to be as big and handsome as he is. I’m glad my coat is black,” Boxer declared.
“Huh!” sniffed Woof-Woof. “A black coat may cover a black heart. We are lucky not to be inside that black coat of his right now.”
This was true, and Boxer knew it. He wisely attempted no reply. “Where do you suppose he lives?” he ventured.
“I haven’t the least idea, but I hope it isn’t near here. I don’t want to see him again ever,” retorted Woof-Woof.