“No, sir, I’m not afraid,” said Twinkly Eyes, the Little Black Bear.

He suspicioned that Unk Wunk the porcupine had been trying to drive him away from his find, as he had from Lone Lake, in order to enjoy it himself. For Twinkly Eyes really believed that he was in a bee tree.

What else could these buzzing insects be, he asked? And where bees were, there was honey. His mouth watered at the thought.

The only peculiar thing about it was that the bees should have gone into this huge gray ball that hung from the end of the limb. Twinkly held his paw over the opening, keeping his “bees” prisoners, while he thought it over.

If it should prove to be wasps—whatever THEY were—how Unk Wunk would jeer at him! He wished the little porcupine would go away instead of sitting there watching with that spiteful gleam in his little black eyes.

But Unk Wunk had no intention of going away. While he did not care to go to the trouble of taking the impudent scamp down a peg, he told himself he would just as soon the wasps did it for him. So he settled himself comfortably on his limb to watch what would happen when Twinkly took his paw off the hole in the wasp’s nest.

“I suppose that pin-cushiony fellow is just aching to see me get hurt,” Twinkly told himself. “But I shan’t let him know, if I do.

“So far as I can figure it out, there are about six chances to half a dozen that this is wild honey, and I’m going to take one of the six on it!”

With an extra screw to his courage and a great show of enjoyment for Unk Wunk’s benefit, the little Black Bear tore open the wasps’ nest.

Out poured the angry insects by the hundreds!

But Twinkly took his medicine without a yelp to betray to Unk Wunk that he minded.