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Pork And Honey
from Boys And Girls Bookshelf
- STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
At dawn the other day, when Bruin came tramping over the bog with a fat
pig, Reynard sat up on a stone by the moorside.
"Good day, grandsire," said the fox. "What's that so nice that you have
"Pork," said Bruin.
"Well, I have got a dainty bit, too," said Reynard.
"What is that?" asked the bear.
"The biggest wild bee's comb I ever saw in my life," said Reynard.
"Indeed, you don't say so," said Bruin, who grinned and licked his lips,
he thought it would be so nice to taste a little honey. At last he said:
"Shall we swap our fare?"
"Nay, nay!" said Reynard, "I can't do that."
The end was that they made a bet, and agreed to name three trees. If the
fox could say them off faster than the bear, he was to have leave to
take one bite of the bacon; but if the bear could say them faster, he
was to have leave to take one sup out of the comb. Greedy Bruin thought
he was sure to sup out all the honey at one breath.
"Well," said Reynard, "it's all fair and right, no doubt, but all I say
is, if I win, you shall be bound to tear off the bristles where I am to
"Of course," said Bruin, "I'll help you, as you can't help yourself."
So they were to begin and name the trees.
"FIR, SCOTCH FIR, SPRUCE," growled out Bruin, for he was gruff in his
tongue, that he was. But for all that he only named two trees, for fir
and Scotch fir are both the same.
"Ash, Aspen, Oak," screamed Reynard, so that the wood rang again.
So he had won the wager, and down he ran and took the heart out of the
pig at one bit, and was just running off with it. But Bruin was angry
because Reynard had taken the best bit out of the whole pig, and so he
laid hold of his tail and held him fast.
"Stop a bit, stop a bit," he said, and was wild with rage.
"Never mind," said the fox, "it's all right; let me go, grandsire, and
I'll give you a taste of my honey."
When Bruin heard that, he let go his hold, and away went Reynard after
"Here, on this honeycomb," said Reynard, "lies a leaf, and under this
leaf is a hole, and that hole you are to suck."
As he said this he held up the comb under the bear's nose, took off the
leaf, jumped up on a stone, and began to gibber and laugh, for there was
neither honey nor honeycomb, but a wasp's nest, as big as a man's head,
full of wasps, and out swarmed the wasps and settled on Bruin's head,
and stung him in his eyes and ears, and mouth and snout. And he had such
hard work to rid himself of them that he had no time to think of
And that's why, ever since that day, Bruin is so afraid of wasps.
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