He went sniffing and peering around
the edges in the hope of finding some easier way of escape.
Disappointed in this, he lifted his black, alert little nose, and
stared longingly upwards, as if contemplating an effort to fly.
"He saw no help in that direction; but his nostrils caught a savor
which for the moment put all thought of escape out of his head. It was
the warm, delectable smell of honey. Teddy Bear had never tasted
honey; but he needed no one to tell him it was good. Instantly he knew
that he was very hungry. And instead of wanting to find a way out of
the hole, all he wanted was to find out where that wonderful smell came
from. If he thought any more at all of the hole, it was only to be
glad he had had the great luck to fall into it.
"From the deep soil at the bottom of the hole grew three big trees,
together with a certain amount of underbrush. Two of those were fir
trees, green and flourishing. The third was an old maple, with several
of its branches broken away. It was quite dead all down one side,
while on the other only a couple of branches put forth leaves. About a
small hole near the top of this dilapidated old tree Teddy Bear caught
sight of a lot of bees, coming and going.
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