"Just wait until my Grandpa Whackum comes back," said Crackie. "He'll attend to your case; you bad old dog!" and, leaning out of the window, Crackie threw the potato masher at the growling-barking creature. But girls—even beaver girls—can't throw very straight, so Crackie did not hit the dog.
"Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!" laughed the dog. "You can't scare me! I'm not afraid of you."
"Oh, what shall I do?" asked Joie Kat, who was all in a tremble. "I wish I'd never climbed the big tree!"
"Oh, I'll think of a way to save you," said Crackie.
Just then along came Grandpa Whackum, the oldest beaver of them all. He saw the dog on shore, but, very wisely, Grandpa Whackum dived down under water and swam into the house without the dog seeing him. Then Crackie and Joie told the old beaver gentleman what had happened.
"Ha! I'll fix that dog!" cried Grandpa Whackum. So he called all the other big beavers together under water and they slipped up on shore behind that dog, when he wasn't looking, and when he was just thinking and wondering how he could get Joie, all the beavers threw mud with their tails all over that dog until he looked like a mud pie, or maybe a mud puddle.
"Oh, wow!" cried the dog, and then he had to run home and jump in the bath tub to get clean.
"Now he's gone and you can safely go home, Joie," said Crackie.
"Oh, but your house is in the middle of water and I can't swim," said the little kitten boy. "How can I get home?"
"I'll tell you," spoke Crackie. "We'll get a wooden box and make a little boat of it and in that you can sail to shore, and go home without even getting your tail wet."