But once the little thing fell off a chair,
And put his shoulder out with that sad tumble;
The doctor set and bound it up with care,
While Puffy looked so very wan and humble.
One day he ran out in the street to play
With little friends (his Missis, who will warn her!)
He strays too far, – at last is borne away
By a bad man who lived just round the corner.
To his poor Missis none can comfort say,
Her grief by sighs and tears so plainly marking:
When he’d been gone a twelvemonth and a day,
Outside the door was heard familiar barking.
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.