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not at all afraid of him. For a long time the bear 

 sat very still, solemnly regarding them with the 

 greatest interest as they tumbled about his feet. 

 Meanwhile Foxy, standing outside the cage and 

 looking through the bars, was not enjoying the 

 show. She whined and pawed at the door, trying 

 to get in, and when Bruno began to handle her 

 children, she became greatly excited. 



With his big paw, very carefully, the bear drew 

 up one of the chubby little ones for close inspection. 

 Gently he nosed it over and rolled it slowly about 

 on the ground. Several other puppies had passed 

 a similar inspection, when I opened the cage door 

 and Foxy jumped in. There was no discussion 

 whatever in regard to the situation ; the dog had no 

 comments to offer. Very quietly and with great 

 dispatch, she carried her offspring, one by one, by 

 the back of the neck, to the door of the cage, and 

 dropped them outside. 



Now that Bruno had grown to such generous 

 proportions (he weighed one hundred and twenty 

 pounds in September and stood five-feet-three in 

 his bear feet), we did not care to have him come 

 into the house. His parlor tricks were rough and 

 boisterous, his free-and-easy manners inappropri- 

 ate. He was like a bull in a china shop. His atti- 

 tude toward furniture was especially crude; if a 

 Chippendale chair chanced to be in his way, he 



