“What’ll we do about this broken trap?” asked Dick.
“I’ll take it back to the shop on my cart,” said Mr. Crispen. “I’ll make a better trap next time. I’m sorry about this, boys.”
“Oh, well, you couldn’t help it,” said Teddy. “No one could tell that Pasqualla’s goat was going to get loose and roam into the trap at night.”
Mr. Lanter, the butcher, came along just then in his truck, ready to load on it the trap and the deer he supposed had been caught.
“But there’s nothing now for you to do, thank you just the same,” said Mr. Crispen. “It got away.”
“You mean the deer did?” asked the butcher.
“No, the goat.”
“I thought you said it was a deer.”
“So I did, Mr. Lanter, but it turned out to be a goat.”
“There’s something funny about this,” said the butcher as he prepared to drive away in his truck after hearing the story. “First it’s a deer, then it’s a goat, then it isn’t anything. Talk about mysteries—this sure is one!”