Noon
`` We shall not make camp at noon so near a farmhouse , '' answered Mother Bear , `` and the eggs shall be roasted . Now run along after some long grasses , Honey Cub , for me to weave into the baskets with the cat-tails . '' Little Bear obeyed his mother , but he neither danced nor sang as he gathered the grasses . `` Noon is the time for dinner , '' he told a big green frog , `` and I wish for scrambled eggs at noon . '' `` Ker-plunk ! '' said the frog . Quickly Mother Bear made two pretty green baskets .