then, one day, the bear came trudging along and lay down at full length under a great oak-tree.

"are you there again, you robber?" said the oak and shook a heap of withered leaves over him.

"you really ought not to be so wasteful with your leaves, old friend," said the bear, licking his paws. "they are the only thing you have to keep off the sun with."

"if you don't like me, you can go," replied the oak, proudly. "i am lord of the land and, look where you may, you will find none but my brothers."

"true enough," growled the bear. "that's just the tiresome part of it. i've been for a little trip abroad, you see, and have been a bit spoilt. that was in a country down south. i took a nap under the beech-trees there. they are tall, slender trees, not crooked old fellows like you. and their tops are so dense that the sunbeams can't pierce through them at all. it was a real delight to sleep there of an afternoon, believe me."

"beech-trees?" asked the oak, curiously. "what are they?"

"you might wish that you were half so handsome as a beech-tree," said the bear. "but i'm not going to gossip with you any more just now. i've had to trot over a mile in front of a confounded hunter, who caught me on one of my hind-legs with an arrow. now i want to sleep; and perhaps you will be so kind as to provide me with rest, since you can't provide me with shade."

the bear lay down and closed his eyes, but there was no sleep for him this time. for the other trees had heard what he said and there came such a chattering and a jabbering and a rustling of leaves as had never been known in the forest:

"heaven knows what sort of trees those are!" said one.

"of course, it's a story which the bear wants us to swallow," said another.

"what can trees be like whose leaves are so close together that the sunbeams can't pierce them through?" asked a little oak who had been listening to what the big ones were saying.

but next to him stood an old, gnarled tree, who slapped the little oak on the head with one of his lower branches:

"hold your tongue," he said, "and don't talk till you have something to say. and you others need not believe a word of the bear's nonsense. i am much taller than you and i can see a long way over the forest. but as far away as i can see there is nothing but oak-trees."

the little oak remained shamefaced and silent and the other big trees whispered softly to one another, for they had a great respect for the old one.

but the bear got up and rubbed his eyes:

"now you have disturbed my afternoon nap," he growled, angrily, "and i shall have my revenge on you, never fear. when i come back, i shall bring some beech-seed with me and i'll answer for it that you will all turn yellow with envy when you see how handsome the new trees are."

then he trotted away.

but the oaks talked to one another for days at a time of the queer trees which he had told them of:

"if they come, we'll do for them!" said the little oak-tree.

but the old oak gave him one on the head:

"if they come," he said, "you'll be civil to them, you puppy. but they won't come."