They were too busy filling their honey sacks."
The Babe smacked his lips. He was beginning to get pretty hungry
himself.
"Well," continued Uncle Andy, "Teddy Bear chewed and chewed, finally
plunging his whole head into the sticky mess--getting a few stings, of
course, but never thinking of them--till he was just so gorged that he
couldn't hold another morsel. Then, very slowly and heavily, grunting
all the time, he climbed down the bee tree. He felt that he wanted to
go to sleep. When he reached the bottom he sat up on his haunches to
look around for some sort of a snug corner. His eyelids were swollen
with stings, but his little round stomach was swollen with honey, so he
didn't care a cent. His face was all daubed with honey, and earth, and
leaves, and dead bees. His whole body was a sight. And his claws were
so stuck up with honey and rotten wood and bark that he kept opening
and shutting them like a baby who has got a feather stuck to its
fingers and doesn't know what to do with it, But he was too sleepy to
bother about his appearance. He just waddled over to a sort of nook
between the roots of the next tree, curled up with his sticky nose
between his sticky paws, and was soon snoring.
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