THE TWINS ARE STILL PUZZLED
To have true faith is to believe
E’en when appearances deceive.
_Mother Bear._
It wouldn’t be quite truthful to say that the twins enjoyed that first
bath and swim. They didn’t. In the first place, they had gone in all
over without the least intention of doing so. In fact, they had tumbled
in. This had frightened them. They had opened their mouths to yell and
had swallowed more water than was at all pleasant. Some of it had gone
down the wrong way, and this had choked them. No, the twins didn’t
enjoy that first bath and swim at all.
They climbed out on the dam of Paddy the Beaver and shook themselves,
making the water fly from their coats in a shower. Mother Bear had
started back at the sound of the splashes they had made when they fell
in, but seeing them safe, she grinned and went on about her own affairs.
“This has saved me some trouble,” muttered she. “I probably would have
had hard work to get them into the water without throwing them in. Now
they will not be afraid of it. An accident sometimes proves a blessing.”
Meanwhile the twins had shaken themselves as nearly dry as they could
and were now sitting down side by side, gravely staring at the water.
There was something very mysterious about that water. They felt that
somehow it had played them a trick; that it was its fault that they had
fallen in.
Suddenly Boxer remembered the two little stranger Bears. What had
become of them? In the excitement he had forgotten all about them. He
remembered that it was while striking at one of them he had fallen in.
That little Bear had struck at him at the same time. Boxer couldn’t
recall being hit or striking anything but that water. Then he had
tumbled in.
But had he tumbled in? Hadn’t he been pulled in? Hadn’t that other
little Bear grabbed him and pulled him in? The instant that idea popped
into his head, Boxer was sure that that was how it all came about. He
glared as much as such a little Bear could glare all around in search
of that other little Bear, but no other little Bear but his sister
Woof-Woof was to be seen. She was solemnly gazing at the water.
Now of course the splashing of the twins had made a lot of ripples on
the surface of the water and these destroyed all reflections. But by
now the water had become calm again. Woof-Woof happened to look down
into it almost at her feet. A little brown Bear looked back at her. It
was the same little brown Bear with whom she had tried to touch noses
just before she fell into the water.
Woof-Woof poked Boxer and pointed down at the water. Boxer looked.
There was that same provoking little black Bear. Boxer lifted his lips
and snarled. The other little Bear lifted his lips in exactly the same
way, but Boxer heard no sound save his own snarl. Boxer opened his
mouth and showed all his teeth. The other little Bear opened his mouth
and showed all his teeth. Whatever Boxer did, the other little Bear
did. And it was just the same with Woof-Woof and the little brown Bear.
Boxer was tempted to strike at that little Bear as he had before, but
just as he was about to do it, he remembered what happened before. This
caused him to back away hastily. He wouldn’t give that other fellow a
chance to pull him in again. When he backed away, the other little Bear
did the same thing. In a few steps he disappeared. Boxer cautiously
stole forward. The other little Bear came to meet him.
If ever there were two puzzled little Bears they were Boxer and
Woof-Woof, as they tried to get acquainted with their own reflections
in the pond of Paddy the Beaver.