And then the little Cub Bear said, "Well, there is a very soft place in
the ground, perhaps you can knock some of the dirt and rocks down, so
we can carry it out and make more room."
And then the goat said, "All right;" and he butted, and he butted, and
he butted, and knocked down more dirt, and they carried it out, and
he kept on and butted and butted and butted, and when he got through
butting, there was a fine large room.
And the Cub Bear said, "Thank you. We will call this room Billy's room.
I am very glad that my brother was good to Billy when he was in the
circus, because if he hadn't been, maybe Billy would have butted me
instead of the rocks."
The animals worked hard all that day trying to make the cave bigger.
They scratched and dug the dirt, and the rocks, and worked as hard as
they possibly could, for they were sure that soon the animals would be
there and the cave would not be large enough.
At night they all sat down and rested, and just as soon as the Papa
Bear was seated, the little Cub Bear ran over to him and asked for
another story about the "Little-Cub-Bear-that-would-not-mind-his-papa."
The Papa Bear was very tired, but he loved the dear little cub, and so
he began the story: