The bear strode off into the day, a smile on his face and his heart full of new purpose. “I wonder what the rest of the day will bring!” He said to himself #73

But quickly the air grew cold, the sharp wind cutting harshly into the bear’s delicate fur. Dry leaves shook in the trees above him, and the bear stood stoically against the wind, feeling very alone again. #74

As the bear walked along, feeling low, he noticed a tiny grey dog the color of the somber sky, looking a little confused, with no obvious companion nearby. “Why, that’s just like the dog from my daydream just now, when I was listening to the poem!” He remarked to himself. “Hey little one,” he called out to the dog, “are you lost? Are you lost like me?” #75