He lay nursing his anger and his nose till he had made up his mind what to do.

And then he set out to do it.
"Hauling himself up softly from branch to branch, he made no more noise than a shadow.

As soon as he was right behind the bees' hole he reached around, dug his claws into the edge of it, and pulled with all his might.

The edges were rotten, and a pawful of old wood came.

So did the bees! "They were onto him in a second.