Well, as luck would have it, a young bear was out nosing around the hillocks that evening, amusing himself with the fat crickets.

He wasn't very hungry, being chock full of the first blueberries.
"He would sit back on his haunches, like a tremendous, overgrown black puppy, with his head tilted to one side, his ears cocked shrewdly, and a twinkle in his little dark eyes; and with one furry forepaw he would pat a thick bunch of grass till the frightened crickets came scurrying out to see what was the matter.

Then he would almost fall over himself trying to scoop them all up at once--and while he was chewing those he'd caught he'd look as disappointed as anything over those that got away.
"Well, when he got tired of crickets he thought he'd look for a bird's nest.

He came to a wide, flat, spreading juniper bush, just the kind that might have a bird's nest under it; and as he nosed around it he came face to face with little Stripes.

You see, they were both after the same thing, and both had the same idea about the best place to look for it.
"Now, that young bear's education had been terribly neglected.