And that's what they did. Grandpa Whackum made the box boat and Crackie helped Joie get into it through the outside upper window, for the front door of the beaver house was under water. Then Joie sailed safely home, and he never climbed tall trees again.
So no more now, but in the next story, if the clothes basket doesn't go to sleep out in the hammock and catch cold in its handles, I'll tell you about Toodle and Jimmie Wibblewobble.
[STORY XXVIII]
TOODLE AND JIMMIE
Toodle and Noodle Flat-tail, the little beaver boys, were playing on the bank of the pond in which their house was built. They had made a mud slide, which was slippery with water, and down that they were coasting, having almost as much fun as if there was snow and ice on the ground and they had red sleds, with blue tops, to ride on down the long hill.
"Come on!" called Toodle, when he had slid down backward, just to see how it would feel, "let's go down backward again, Noodle, and see who will slide the farthest."
"All right," agreed Noodle. "Wait until I get to the top, so we can both start even and at the same time."
Up the mud slide, which was just a bank of dirt near an old stump, scrambled Toodle and Noodle and then they got ready to go down backward.
"Are you all ready?" asked Noodle.