The prince had got his gun.

I don't know how it came about but the prince he got an idea.

He said, 'I'd like to kill that bear, as I do in my own hunting.

Tell me, my good fellow, how much shall I pay you for firing at the beast?
You'll not be a loser, I promise you.' The simpleton began to tremble and lift his arms up in the air.

He loved his bear! 'But my bear's the same as my brother!' he says.