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<h2>CHAPTER XXIX<br/> <small>BOXER HAS A PAINFUL LESSON</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Don’t judge a stranger by his looks,</div> <div class="indent">Lest they may prove to be deceiving.</div> <div class="verse">The stupid-looking may be smart</div> <div class="indent">In ways you’ll find beyond believing.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verseright"><i>Mother Bear.</i></div> </div></div> </div> <p><span class="smcap">Having</span> succeeded in getting his own breakfast, and a very good one at that, Boxer felt quite set up, as the saying is. He felt chesty. That is to say, he felt big, self-important, independent. For a little cub who had cried most of the night from loneliness and fear, Boxer showed a surprising change. The light of day, a full stomach, and the feeling that he was able to take care<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</SPAN></span> of himself had made a new Bear of that little cub. Anyway he felt so and thought so.</p> <p>“I’m not afraid of anybody or anything,” boasted the foolish little Bear to himself, as he wandered along through the Green Forest. “I’m glad I left home. I’m glad I am out in the Great World. I guess I know about all there is to know. Anyway, I guess I know all there is any need of knowing.”</p> <p>As he said this, Boxer stood up and swelled himself out and looked so funny that Prickly Porky the Porcupine, who happened along just then, just had to chuckle down inside, and this is something that Prickly Porky seldom does.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</SPAN></span>“That little rascal must have run away from his mother, and he thinks he is smart and knows all there is to know. I don’t believe that even Mother Bear could tell him anything just now. She would be wasting her breath. He needs a lesson or two in practical experience. I believe I’ll give him one just for his own good,” thought Prickly Porky.</p> <p>There was something almost like a twinkle in Prickly Porky’s usually dull eyes as he slowly waddled straight toward Boxer. Boxer heard the rustle of Prickly Porky’s tail dragging through the leaves and turned to see who was coming. What he saw was, of course, the stupidest-looking fellow in all the Green Forest.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</SPAN></span>It was the first time Boxer had seen Prickly Porky, and he had no idea who he was. Boxer stood up and stared in the rudest and most impolite manner. He wasn’t afraid. This fellow was no bigger than he, and he was too stupid-looking and too slow to be dangerous.</p> <p>Boxer was standing in a narrow little path, and Prickly Porky was coming up this little path straight toward him. One of them would have to step aside for the other. It didn’t enter Boxer’s head that he should be that one. As Prickly Porky drew near, Boxer growled a warning. It was the best imitation of Mother Bear’s deep, grumbly-rumbly growl that Boxer could manage. It was hard work for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</SPAN></span> Prickly Porky to keep from laughing right out when he heard it.</p> <p>But he acted just as if he didn’t hear it. He kept right on. Then he pretended to see Boxer for the first time. “Step aside, little cub, step aside and let me pass,” said he.</p> <p>To be called “little cub” just when he was feeling so important and grown-up was more than Boxer could stand. His little eyes grew red with anger.</p> <p>“Step aside yourself,” he growled. “Step aside yourself, if you don’t want to get hurt.”</p> <p>Prickly Porky didn’t step aside. He kept right on coming. He didn’t hurry, and he didn’t appear to be in the least afraid. It was plain that he expected Boxer to get out of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</SPAN></span> his way. Boxer drew back his lips and showed all his little white teeth. Then he slowly reached out one paw and prepared to strike Prickly Porky on the side of the head if he came any nearer.</p> <hr class="chap" /> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</SPAN></span> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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