He wouldn't even wait to clean the leaves off his face, he was so anxious for that honey, and his revenge.
"This time he went up the tree slowly and quietly, keeping out of sight all the way.

When he was exactly on a level with the entrance he braced himself solidly, reached his right paw around the trunk like lightning, got a fine hold on the edge of the new crack, and wrenched with all his might.
"A big strip of half-rotten wood came away so suddenly that Teddy Bear nearly fell out of the tree.
"A lot of bees came with it; and once more Teddy Bear's head was in a swarm of little darting, piercing flames.

But his blood was up.

He held onto that chunk of bee tree.

A big piece of comb, dripping with honey and crawling with bees, was sticking to it.