when that was over, the tailor took out a violin from beneath his coat, and played a piece of it to himself. when the bear heard the music, he could not help beginning to dance, and when he had danced a while, the thing pleased him so well that he said to the little tailor, "hark you, is the fiddle heavy?" "light enough for a child. look, with the left hand i lay my fingers on it, and with the right i stroke it with the bow, and then it goes merrily, hop sa sa vivallalera!" "so," said the bear; "fiddling is a thing i should like to understand too, that i might dance whenever i had a fancy. what dost thou think of that? wilt thou give me lessons?" "with all my heart," said the tailor, "if thou hast a talent for it. but just let me see thy claws, they are terribly long, i must cut thy nails a little." then a vise was brought, and the bear put his claws in it, and the little tailor screwed it tight, and said, "now wait until i come with the scissors," and he let the bear growl as he liked, and lay down in the corner on a bundle of straw, and fell asleep.