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He rubbed his eyes, for the bright sunlight hurt them. But soon he and Silkie were frisking and tumbling about in the front-yard. After a little while Cuffy remembered that there was an old tree over in the pine woods just the finest tree to climb that anybody could want. "Let's go over to the old tree and play," Cuffy said. "But Mother told us not to go far away," Silkie reminded him. "Oh!
And then just as likely as not, the first thing they knew Cuffy would give Silkie a good, hard box on the ear, or a slap right on the end of her nose. But for a long time every winter Cuffy was never naughty. You might think that that was just before Christmas. But no it was not then. All winter long Cuffy was just as good as any little bear could be. He was good because he was asleep!
Cuffy was teaching Silkie to box, though, to be sure, he knew very little about boxing. But he found it easy to tap Silkie on the nose. And he had tapped her so hard that Mrs. Bear heard a sound very much like quarreling; and she came to the door to see what was the trouble. Mrs. Bear was just going to call to her children, when she noticed a peculiar odor in the air.
He was huddled up in a little black heap in the center of the cake, and crying as if his heart would break. For Cuffy thought he would never see his mother and father and Silkie again. If only he knew how to swim, like his father! But he didn't; and there he was, being swept away down the valley, right toward Farmer Green's house. It certainly was enough to make anybody weep.
You know, they are ever so much worse than plain measles. And she was afraid Silkie would catch them. Well, poor Cuffy felt more miserable than ever. He saw that his own family didn't know him. And he wondered what was going to become of him. Then, when his father told him very sternly to leave his house at once, Cuffy began to cry. "Oh! oh! oh!" he sobbed. "It's me it's only me!" he cried.
Little Cuffy was not a bad bear at heart. But often when he was playing with Silkie, his sister, he would lose his temper and cuff her on the head and make her cry. Then his father or his mother would cuff him. Somehow, he never could learn not to strike out when he became angry. That was why he was called Cuffy.
The fifth spider was finishing his dance as Greenie reached the bottom of the Timothy Grass stalk. Out came Stingy with a fierce and self-confident air which plainly said, "All the other five have failed, now I am about to succeed." He looked at Silkie, then began to dance. First he whirled round madly, and so swift and light was he that he seemed to have wings.
I don't care," Cuffy said. "Besides, we'll be back before she knows it." But Silkie would not go with him. So naughty Cuffy started off alone for the pine woods. He found the old tree. It seemed smaller than he expected. The reason for that was because Cuffy himself had grown tall during the months that he had spent in sleep.
And I don't intend to have those chestnut shells lying on the floor all winter." You may think that that was a queer thing for Mrs. Bear to say. But when you see what happened, you'll understand what Mrs. Bear meant. As Cuffy and Silkie sat down on the floor and began gathering up the chestnut-shells they both yawned and yawned. And since Mrs.
Silkie looked for a second and then turned her head away. It was plain she would have none of him. Off dejectedly crawled the first spider. Greenie watched, fascinated by this bright colored little spectacle under the blossoming apple tree. Then his eyes grew dark and angry. He had to work when he was hungry.
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