Watching the bears from behind a tree was a very curious girl with long wavy golden hair.

 

Goldi felt sorry for poor Cubby as she watched the bears drive away.

 

Not only was he stuck in a rolling gas chamber filled with poisonous cigar and cigarette smoke, Cubby was at the mercy of a drunk driver.

 

When the car, weaving back and forth across the country road, was out of sight Goldi walked up to the front door and knocked—just to make sure there were no more bears.