One morning, bright and early, Papa No-Tail, the frog gentleman, started for the wallpaper factory where he worked at making patterns on the paper by dipping his feet in the different colored inks and jumping up and down. And when he got there he saw, outside the factory, the man who made the engines go, and this man said:  
“There is no work to-day for you, Mr. No-Tail.”
 
“Ah ha! What is the matter?” asked ’s papa.
 
“That bad bird came again in the night and chewed up all the ink,” said the engine man. “So you may have a vacation until we get some more ink.”
 
“This is very unexpected—very,” Papa No-Tail. “But I will enjoy myself. I’ll go take a nice long , and perhaps I will see something I can bring home to Bully and Bawly.” So off he started, and he had no more idea what was going to happen to him than you have what you’re going to get for next Christmas.
 
Papa No-Tail was along, thinking what a fine day it was when, all of a sudden, he came to a place in the woods where there were some nice flowers.
 
“Ha! I will take these home to my wife,” thought Mr. No-Tail, as he picked the pretty blossoms. Then he on some more, and he came to a place where there were some nice round stones, as white as milk.
 
“Ah! I will take these home for Bully and Bawly to play marbles with,” said the frog papa. Then he hopped on a little farther and he came to a place in the woods where was growing a nice big stick with a handle.
 
“Ho! I will take that home to Grandpa Croaker for a that he can use when he gets tired of carrying the one with the pink paint on it,” spoke Mr. No-Tail, and he pulled up the cane-stick, and went on with that and the flowers and the round white stones, as white as molasses—Oh, there I go again! I mean milk, of course.
 
Well, it was still quite early, and as he hopped along through the woods Papa No-Tail heard the school bell ring to call the boy and girl animals to their classes.
 
“I hope Bully and Bawly are not late,” thought their father. “When one goes to school one must be on time, and always try to have one’s lessons.” Still he felt pretty sure that his two little boys were on time, for they were usually very good.
 
On hopped Mr. No-Tail, wishing he could see the bad Pelican bird, and make him give up the wallpaper-printing ink, when all of a sudden, as quickly as you can tie your shoe lace, or your hair ribbon, Papa No-Tail heard a great crashing in the bushes, and then he heard a and then presto-changeo! out popped Nannie Goat, and after her came running a black, bear! Oh, he was a most unpleasant fellow, that bear was, with a long, red tongue, and long, sharp, white teeth, and long claws, bigger than a cat’s claws, and he had shaggy fur like an coat.
 
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Stop! Stop! Stop! Don’t catch me! Don’t catch me! Don’t catch me!” cried Nannie, the goat girl, running on and crashing through the bushes. But the bear never minded. On he came, right after Nannie, for he wanted to catch and eat her. You see he used to be in a cage in a big animal park, but he got loose and he was now very hungry, for no one had fed him in some time.
 
Well, Papa No-Tail was so surprised that, for a moment, he didn’t know what to do. He just sat still under a big cabbage leaf, and looked at the bear chasing after Nannie.
 
“Oh, will no one save me?” cried the............