He just strolled on quietly to another bush, and kept looking for that bird's nest.
"At last the bear, what with pawing and rooting, managed to get his breath and open his eyes.

He wallowed a bit more, and then sat up, his nose full of dirt, and moss and grass hanging all over his face.

He was a sight, I tell you! And how he did dislike himself! "As he sat there, thinking how he'd ever get away from himself, he caught sight of Stripes, strolling off quietly over the brown hillocks.
Sitting back on his haunches, he blinked at the little, leisurely black-and-white figure.
"'And to think I was going to eat _that_!' he said to himself sadly.".