"Why didn't you watch out to see when your tree was going to fall?" asked Papa Flat-tail when they were on their way home again.
"I—I forgot," said Toodle, sort of ashamed-like.
"Well, if I hadn't seen it falling, and whacked on the ground with my tail," said his grandpa, "you might have been killed. Be more careful after this."
Toodle said he would, and he was quite proud after all that he had cut down a tree all by himself. Then they all swam home.
And on the next page, if the shoe horn doesn't blow so loudly that it wakes up the rubber doll in the puppy dog's hammock, I'll tell you about Noodle building a dam.
[STORY III]
NOODLE BUILDS A DAM
Toodle Flat-tail, the little beaver boy, was so lame and sore from having been caught under the tree he was gnawing down, as I told you in the story before this, that the day afterward he could not leave the house in the pond to go out and play.
"Cutting down trees is more dangerous than I thought it was," said Toodle when Dr. Possum came to put some sassafras liniment on his sore places.