This book was in my parents’ room over Labor Day.
It is a troubling story about a bear who is “so stupid” and enjoys squashing little woodland creatures’ homes.
I am disturbed by this 1950s book. Mostly because it appears Mr. Bear might have some kind of unidentified mental trouble. The book doesn’t even explain why he likes to squash things. In the end Mr. Bear ends up sad and alone because the woodland creatures move into a tire and you can’t squash a tire!