THE BLUE SNOUT
A good antidote against grey days.
The bear cam out of his shed when she rattled his pan. Wearing the same cowed expression, he scooped his dish towards him with his paw. She held her hand out. He put his muzzle briefly in her palm. Then turned away to eat. Good. They wee beginning to be friends. (Bear, Chap. VII, p. 34)