ntenance, what hasbecome of your high spirit ? You may well ask, answered the bear. In the foxshole there sits a grisly beast with fiery eyes, and we cannotdrive him out. The bee answered, I know you despise me, bear. I ama poor feeble little creature, but I think I can help you. So she flew into…
Fairy tales
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