WHY BUSTER BEAR APPEARS TO HAVE NO TAIL

Peter Rabbit had something new to bother his bump of curiosity.  And it did bother it a lot.  He had just seen Buster Bear for the first time, and what do you think had impressed him most?  Well, it wasn’t Buster’s great size, or wonderful strength, or big claws, or deep, grumbly-rumbly voice.  No, Sir, it wasn’t one of these.  It was the fact that Buster Bear seemed to have no tail!  Peter couldn’t get over that.  He almost pitied Buster Bear.  You see, Peter has a great admiration for fine tails.  He has always been rather ashamed of the funny little one he has himself.  Still, it is a real tail, and he has often comforted himself with that thought.

So the first thing Peter did when he saw Buster Bear was to look to see what kind of a tail he had.  Just imagine how surprised he was when he couldn’t make sure that Buster had any tail at all.  There was something that might, just might, be meant for a tail, and Peter wasn’t even sure of that.  If it was, it was so ridiculously small that Peter felt that he had no reason to be ashamed of his own tail.

He was still thinking about this when he started for home.  Half way there, he paused, saw that the way to the Smiling Pool was clear, and suddenly made up his mind to ask Grandfather Frog about Buster Bear’s tail.  Off he started, lipperty-lipperty-lip.

“Oh, Grandfather Frog,” he panted, as soon as he reached the edge of the Smiling Pool, “has Buster Bear got a tail?”

Grandfather Frog regarded Peter in silence for a minute or two.

Then very slowly he asked:  “What are your eyes for, Peter Rabbit?  Couldn’t you see whether or not he has a tail?”

“No, Grandfather Frog.  I really couldn’t tell whether he has a tail or not,” replied Peter quite truthfully.  “At first I thought he hadn’t, and then I thought he might have.  If he has, it doesn’t seem to me that it is enough to call a really truly tail.”

“Well, it is a really truly tail, even if you don’t think so,” retorted Grandfather Frog, “and he has it for a reminder.”

“A reminder!” exclaimed Peter, looking very much puzzled.  “A reminder of what?”

Grandfather Frog cleared his throat two or three times.  “Sit down, Peter, and learn a lesson from the tale of the tail of Old King Bear,” said he very seriously.

“You remember that once upon a time, long ago, when the world was young, Old King Bear ruled in the Green Forest, and everybody brought tribute to him.”

Peter nodded and Grandfather Frog went on.

“Now Old King Bear was the great-great-ever-so-great grandfather of Buster Bear, and he looked very much as Buster does, except that he didn’t have any tail at all, not the least sign of a tail.  At first, before he was made king of the Green Forest, he didn’t mind this at all.  In fact, he was rather pleased that he didn’t have a tail.  You see, he couldn’t think of any earthly use he would have for a tail, and so he was glad that he hadn’t got one to bother with.