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Show STORY for BEDTIME By THORNTON W. BURGESS DUSTER BEAR yawned as ne lay on his comfortable bed of leaves and watched the first early morning sunbeams creeping through the Green Forest to chase out the black shadows. Once more he yawned, then slowly got to his feet, stood up on his hind legs, and stretched as high up on the trunk of the tree as he could and scratched the bark with his claws. Then he sat down to think what he wanted for breakfast. break-fast. All the time he sat there trying to make up his mind what would taste best he was at the same time listening listen-ing to all the sounds that told of the waking of all the little people who live in the Green Forest. He heard Sammy Jay way off in the distance screaming: "Thief! Thief!" and grinned. "I wonder," thought he, "if some one has stolen Sammy's Sam-my's breakfast or if he has stolen the breakfast of someone else Probably he is the thief himself." He heard Chatterer the Red Squirrel scolding as fast as he could make his tongue go and working himself into a terrible rage. "Must be that Chatterer got out of bed the wrong way this morning." thought Buster. He heard Blacky the Crow cawing at the top of hi3 lungs and he knew by the sound that Blacky was getting get-ting into mischief of some kind.. He heard the sweet voices of happy little singers and they were good to hear. But most of all he listened to a merry, low. silvery laugh that never stonr"d but went on and on until he Just lelt as if he must laugh. too. It was the voice of the Laughing Laugh-ing Brock. And as he listened It suddenly came to him Just what he wanted for breakfast. "I'm going Bsbing." said he In his deep, grumbly-rurr.bly voice to nr one in particular. "Yes. sir. I'm going fishing. I want some fat trout for my breakfast." He shuffled along over to the Laughing Brook straight to a little pool of which he knew and as he drew near he took the greatest care not to make the teeniest, weeniest bit of noise. N'ow it lust happened that early as he was some ore was here before Buster Bear. When he came in sight of the little pool who should he see but another fisherman there and he had already caught a fine, fat trout. Who was It? Why, little Joe Otter to be sure. He was lust climhint? up the bank with the fat trout in his mouth. Buster Bear tiptoed up very softly until he was right behind Little Joe Otter. "Whoof. whnof!" said he in his deepest, most grumbly-rumbly voice. "That's a very fine looking trout. 1 wouldn't mind if I had It myself." Little Joe Otter gave a frightened little squeal and without even turning to see who was speaking dropped hi3 fish and dived head first into the Laughing Brook. Buster Rear snranc forward and with one of his big paws caught the fat trout. "Here's your trout." Mr. Utter, said he as Little Joe put his heart out of the water to see what had frightened him so. "Come and get it." But Little Joe wouldn't. The fact is he was afraid to. He snnrlrd at Buster Bear and called him a thief and everything bad he could think of. Buster didn't seem to mind. "It's too bad to waste such u fine fish." said Buster thoughtfully. "1 vnnder what f best rtn with it " And while he was wondering lie ate. T, T W I'.urprsn A N n st-r v u p |