““You’re all forgetting about Farmer Ben’s pride,” he said. “I hardly think he’ll allow someone else to name his new market.” The other cubs agreed instantly. They all raced to the farmhouse to tell Farmer Ben about Trudy’s idea. Just as Ferdy had predicted, Ben was in the living room, gazing at the portraits of his ancestors. As Trudy breathlessly told him about her idea, a smile came to his face and a twinkle to his eye. “That’s a great idea!” he said. He looked back at the portraits. “I knew you’d come through,” he told them. “What will you name the new market, Farmer Ben?” asked Queenie. “Can you think of a good snappy name that folks will notice?” Farmer Ben thought hard for quite a while. Finally his eyes lit up. He raised a forefinger high in the air. “I’ve got it!” he cried. “The perfect name!” “What is it?” asked the cubs all at once. Smiling broadly, Ben announced the perfect name: “ Farmer Ben’s Market! ” While the cubs shot puzzled looks at each other, Ferdy spoke up. “An excellent name!” he said. “So simple and direct! You certainly have a way with words, Farmer Ben.””
