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Updated: June 22, 2025
"It's a surprise." "A surprise!" Cuffy and Silkie both shouted. They thought that was the name of the oh! I almost told what the little animal really was. Well! As Mr. Bear walked on toward his house, Cuffy and Silkie ran ahead and burst in upon their mother, both of them shouting at the top of their voices, "A surprise! A surprise! Father's bringing home a surprise!" "Why, Ephraim Bear!" Mrs.
Bear's family was the only bear family for miles and miles around. And Cuffy often wished he had other little boy-bears to play with. To be sure, he had his sister, Silkie. But she was a girl, and younger than he was, besides. Well! Cuffy danced a jig on the top of the big boulder. And the little bear down below danced a jig, too. And Cuffy waved his paw again at the little bear in the water.
"What is it?" This time it was Cuffy who asked. "You'll see," Mr. Bear said again. "Is it a new kind of rabbit?" Silkie inquired. "Huh! A rabbit!" Cuffy laughed. "Of course it isn't a rabbit," he said. "Well it's white, and its tail is short " Silkie began, "and " "Its ears are too small," Cuffy told her, "and its tail is all curled up." "You'll see, children," Mr. Bear said again.
When he reached home his father and mother and Silkie all laughed so hard at the sight of him that Cuffy began to whimper. And a big tear rolled from each eye, ran down the bean-pot, and dropped off the bottom of it. And then, with just one tug Mr. Bear pulled the bean-pot off his son's nose; and Cuffy was himself again. He escaped a punishing, too, that time. And Mrs.
You and I might not have felt so comfortable if we had looked past Mr. Bear's great white teeth into his big red mouth. But it was different with Cuffy and Silkie. They saw at once that their father was feeling very pleasant. "What's that?" Silkie asked. As for Cuffy, he had not stopped to ask any questions.
Perhaps they would have heaped the sand all over themselves, if Silkie had not spied her father as he came climbing up the mountain. When they noticed that he was carrying something they both sprang up and ran to see what Mr. Bear was bringing home. Mr. Bear's mouth was stretched quite wide in what Silkie and Cuffy knew to be his most agreeable smile.
And though afterward Cuffy did many things that he ought not to have done, he never, never touched a porcupine again. The pricks of the porcupine's quills made Cuffy Bear's paws so sore that it was several days before he could run about again. And during all that time Cuffy was a very good little bear. He did not cuff his sister Silkie once. You see, he knew it would hurt his sore paws if he did.
For when at last his father came galloping up to his house he brought no pig with him. Indeed he seemed to have forgotten that it was his birthday. "Get the children!" he shouted to Mrs. Bear, as soon as he came in sight. And pretty soon Cuffy and Silkie and their father and mother were hurrying along on their way to the lake that lay on the other side of the mountain. Cuffy was delighted.
The days were still fine. Cuffy loved to feel the bright sunshine upon his black coat. It warmed him through and through and he did not care at all if his feet did get wet in the melting snow. At last one afternoon when his paws were quite well again Cuffy strayed some distance down the side of Blue Mountain, He was alone, because Silkie was asleep.
They were arranged in a row before Silken Web, more often called Silkie, whom they were courting, and Silkie was waiting, ready to accept the spider who did best. Out danced the first spider. The shining hairs all over his body glistened in the sun, now he seemed silver, now jet black, now crimson as he whirled, jumping lightly into the air.
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