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<h2>CHAPTER XXXI<br/> <small>BOXER MEETS A POLITE LITTLE FELLOW</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Because another is polite</div> <div class="verse">Pray do not think he cannot fight.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verseright"><i>Mother Bear.</i></div> </div></div> </div> <p><span class="smcap">The</span> memories of little folks are short, so far as their troubles are concerned. Hardly was Boxer, the runaway little Bear, out of sight of Prickly Porky the Porcupine than his eyes, ears and nose were so busy trying to discover new things that he hardly thought of his recent trouble. To be sure that paw from which he had pulled one of Prickly Porky’s little spears was sore, but not enough so to worry him much.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</SPAN></span> And there were so many other things to think about that he couldn’t waste time on troubles that were over.</p> <p>So the little Bear wandered this way and that way, as something new caught his eyes or some strange sound demanded to be looked into. He was having a wonderful time, for he felt that he was indeed out in the Great World and it was a wonderful and beautiful place. If he thought of his twin sister, Woof-Woof, at all, it was to pity her tagging along at Mother Bear’s heels and doing only those things which Mother Bear said she could.</p> <p>By and by something white moving about near an old stump caught<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</SPAN></span> his attention. At once he hurried over to satisfy his curiosity. When he got near enough he discovered a little fellow dressed in black-and-white. He had a big plumy tail and he was very busy minding his own business. He hardly glanced at Boxer.</p> <p>Boxer stared at him for a few minutes. “Hello,” he ventured finally.</p> <p>“Good morning. It is a fine morning, isn’t it?” said the little stranger politely.</p> <p>“What are you doing?” demanded the little Bear rudely.</p> <p>“Just minding my own business,” replied the little stranger pleasantly. “Where is your mother?”</p> <p>“I don’t know and I don’t care.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</SPAN></span> I’ve left home,” said Boxer, trying to look big and important.</p> <p>“You don’t say!” exclaimed the little stranger. “Aren’t you rather small to be starting out alone in the Great World?”</p> <p>Now Boxer was so much bigger than this little stranger in black-and-white, and the little stranger was so very polite, that already Boxer felt that the little stranger must be afraid of him. All Boxer’s previous feeling of bigness and importance came back to him. He wanted to show off. He wanted this little stranger to respect him. To have that stranger suggest that he was rather small to be out alone in the Great World hurt Boxer’s pride. In fact, it made him angry.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</SPAN></span>“If I were as small as you, perhaps I would feel that way,” retorted Boxer rudely.</p> <p>“I didn’t use the right word. I should have said young instead of small,” explained the stranger mildly. “Of course, I am small compared with you, but I am fully gown and have been out in the Great World a long time, while you are very young and just starting out. I wonder if your mother knows where you are.”</p> <p>“It is none of your business whether my mother knows or not,” retorted Boxer more rudely than before, for he was growing more and more angry.</p> <p>“Certainly not. I haven’t said it was,” replied the stranger, still<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</SPAN></span> speaking politely. “I am not in the least interested. Besides, I know anyway. I know that she doesn’t know. I know that you have run away, and I know that you have some bitter lessons to learn before you will be fitted to live by yourself in the Great World. If you will just step aside, I will be much obliged. There is a big piece of bark just back of you under which there may be some fat beetles.”</p> <hr class="chap" /> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</SPAN></span> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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