The Grizzly Agrees 



of the best times I ever had in my life was in the kitchen 

 of a ranch-house near my home. The men were all 

 away and the women were out in the orchard picking 

 fruit. There were two doors to the kitchen, one in each 

 side of the house. Both were open. I was sleeping in a 

 bunch of cottonwoods on the opposite side of the house 

 from the orchard and not very far away, when my 

 nostrils were assailed by a most wonderful, sweetish, 

 pungent aroma. Cautiously following this up, I was 

 led to one of the open doors. Seeing no one, I went in. 

 The table was covered with the most delicious preserved 

 fruit in little jars and dishes. I cleaned them out in a 

 very few minutes. Then seeing a large pot of the luscious 

 stuff sitting upon the stove, I tried to take it in my paws, 

 burning myself badly and spilling the fruit all over the 

 floor. Not wishing to be wasteful, I tried to lick up the 

 delectable mess, and burned my tongue. Being sure that 

 the whole thing was just a trap set by the tricky owners, 

 I proceeded to wreck the place. The women heard the 

 noise and came hurrying back from the orchard. Natur- 

 ally I was in a bad temper. I chased those women into 

 the barn. My exploring ability coming to the fore, I 

 had just found a way into the building through the pig- 

 sty, when I was interrupted by some men coming with 

 guns. Anyway, I managed to kill the pig before leaving. 

 If it hadn't been for those men and those guns, I'm 

 sure I could have entered that barn and played with 

 the women ! 



I certainly agree with the author of the story in the 

 magazine, that men should not be allowed to hunt us 

 nor carry guns. Believing in Karma, which is the uni- 

 versal law of retributive justice, I further agree that we 

 " all will be losers if we fail to protect and perpetuate 

 the heroic grizzly bear." There is no doubt but that 

 our " existence in the wild places will enliven the 



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