“I will get even with the bear somehow,” he muttered.
After a while what should he meet but another bear.
“Good-morning, Cousin,” said the fox most politely; “I was looking for you.”
“What were you looking for me for?” asked the bear.
“Well, if you are hungry, I know where you can get a fine dinner,” said the sly fox.
“Where is that?” asked the bear, beginning to look interested.
“A little while ago I saw another animal like you, only not so big, and he was eating a fine, fat caribou. I will show you where he is if you want; then, together, we can kill that other bear, and both have plenty to eat.”
The bear looked surprised. “O no,” said he. “We never do such things as that. Bears do not kill each other. We are friends.”
“That is nothing,” said the fox. “When we are hungry, we foxes kill each other, and eat each other, too. The bear I saw is a bad bear. He said he would bite you, if he met you.”
Now the fox knew he was telling an untruth, but he wanted to make this bear angry with the other one. He was not a good character, that fox. Of course, the bear was angry at that.