Which choice BEST tells what Habib learns in this story? He did not give the bear clear
directions.
Habib and the Bear
In the ancient land of Persia, there lived a man
named Habib. Habib raised figs to sell in the village,
and every year he planted a few more fig trees.
Over time, his grove grew too large for one man to
tend
One morning. Habib was especially tired. Carrying a
basket of figs to market, he thought, "Today I must
find a helper to share my work."
He is better off without the bear.
He should have acted more calmly
toward the bear.
At the market, everyone was happy to see Habib,
for he was a kind man who never found fault with
anyone. "Do you know someone I can hire to work
for me?" he asked each customer. But no one knew
a worker who needed a job.
He should have given the bear a
second chance
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