“Woof, woof, woof,” called the little black mother bear gruffly, turning over a rotten log with her snout and uncovering a fine ant’s nest. “Woof, woof,” answered back the two round black balls of animated fur--the cubs, as they scrambled eagerly and clumsily over the log, and began to feed greedily upon their mother’s find.…
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