LITTLE JOE OTTER IS SUSPICIOUS
Suspicious folk avoid mishaps
By always watching out for traps.
_Little Joe Otter._
Hardly had the trapper disappeared in the woods when Little Joe Otter
awoke and crept forth from his hiding-place. He left Mrs. Otter and the
two young Otters still asleep. Little Joe yawned, stretched, and then
decided that he wanted a trout. It didn’t take him long to catch one.
With it in his mouth he swam straight to a certain old log, one end of
which was in the water. He intended to climb out on that old log and eat
that trout. It was his favorite eating place.
But just as he reached that old log and before he had started to climb
out on it, a queer feeling of uneasiness took possession of him. He had
a feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Now when Little Joe has
that feeling he always heeds it. He didn’t climb out on that log. He
turned and swam over to a flat rock. He climbed out on that and laid the
fish down. Somehow he had lost his appetite. He looked long and hard
over at that old log.
“It looks all right,” said Little Joe. “Yes, Sir, it looks all right.
Just the same I have a feeling that there is something wrong there. I
believe I’ll go back there and see if I can find out what _is_ wrong.”
So once more Little Joe swam to that old log. But he didn’t climb out on
it. He studied it and studied it. He used both eyes and nose. Presently
he noticed some fresh mud on that old log. That was queer. He was sure
there had been no mud there before. Very carefully he looked all around
the place where that fresh mud was, and in doing this he discovered a
chain. He got hold of the chain and pulled gently. What do you think
happened? Why, he pulled a trap up out of a place that had been cut in
that old log, and then covered with mud to hide the freshly cut wood.
“Ha!” exclaimed Little Joe, as the trap dropped down into the water
beside the old log. “I’ve been afraid of this ever since we were chased
by that terrible two-legged creature on our way over here. He must be
the one who set this trap. If he set this trap, he has set other traps.
I must warn Mrs. Joe and the children. That trapper has been watching
us. He knows that I have been using this old log. He probably knows all
the other places where we are in the habit of going. We must find out
where those traps are.”
Just then Little Joe heard a splash in the water. There was Mrs. Joe
with a trout in her mouth. He called her over there, and showed her the
trap and where it had been set. “Where are the children?” he demanded.
“They are fishing,” replied Mrs. Otter, with a most anxious look in her
eyes. “We must find them at once. They never have seen a trap and they
know nothing about traps. Oh, dear, I hope they will not get caught
before we can find them and warn them!”
Just then the smallest young Otter climbed out on a rock, and a moment
later her brother climbed out on another rock. Mrs. Otter and Little Joe
swam swiftly over to them. The young Otters stopped eating the fish they
had caught to stare in surprise at the way in which their parents were
hurrying.