I am no longer a cub, but am a full-grown bear. This kind of life does not suit me very well, but I have got used to it. One can get used to almost any thing. I have even got used to the society of men and women.
Their cubs (called boys and girls) often play with me, and sometimes they tease me. Once, when a boy was teasing me, I gave him a scare which will be apt to teach him better manners. I will tell you how it was.
The boy held out an apple, and, just as I was about to take it, he pulled it away. This mean trick he played three times. He tried it once more, and then I gave such a spring that my chain broke.
The boy dropped his apple, and ran. You ought to have seen that boy run! He didn't dare even to look back. But, if he had looked back, he would have seen me munching his apple with great relish.
I didn't want to hurt a cub like him; but some bears that I know wouldn't have been so for-bear-ing.
BRUIN.
