“Hmm … I used to be able to check out that garden … and those fruit trees had delicious leaves. Too early for that, I guess, but there’s always a few new sprouts of something over there. Darned fence. There must be a way to get over there.”

“But what’s this?  A little black critter, trying to look like a dog. Doesn’t look too fierce. I could probably give it a good kick and it would go yiping home to Mama.”

“Don’t you come over here. And don’t be fooled by my sweet face and my small size. I may be a teddy bear at home, but I’m told I’m a wolverine in the field.”