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effort, cover so much ground in one leap. Bruno’s 
paws hung inertly in front of him and his tongue 
lolled stupidly from his mouth. His breath came 
in short explosive gasps. 
Suddenly the toad hopped again, and with a 
“Whoof, whoof, whoof,’ away ran the bear round 
the corner and out of sight. No more toads for 
him; one was enough for a lifetime! , 
Bruno apparently had a similar horror of frogs 
(rather strangely too, for wild bears eat frogs) 
whenever they jumped unexpectedly from the 
grass as he played about the pond. If one leaped 
in sight, he whined and snorted with terror, and 
waved his paws in the air as if to ward off the evil 
thing. Even a mouse that I liberated from a trap 
drove him to distraction. The tiny creature 
chanced to run in his direction, but it did not reach 
him, for Bruno was off and away at breakneck 
speed, and the mouse was left far behind. 
The cub was growing rapidly now. On Novem- 
ber 8, he weighed forty-three pounds. Once a 
week I got out the scales and had him stand on the 
platform to have his weight recorded. He was 
also gaining in strength, and although his out- 
bursts of temper were less frequent as he grew 
older, they were more violent when they did occur. 
As with a spoiled child, everything was lovely 
as long as he could do as he wished. I was fre- 
