"For you know," he said to Toodle and Noodle, "you may step into a trap before you see it. They may be hidden under leaves or even under water. You can't be too careful."
So Grandpa Whackum went on with Toodle and Noodle, giving them a lesson on the way. All of a sudden he stopped short.
"There!" he cried, pointing to a pile of leaves. "There's a trap. The hunter thought he hid it, but I saw it."
He led Toodle and Noodle close up, and there they saw the trap. The sharp steel jaws were open, all ready to spring shut in case any one stepped ever so lightly on the part called the trigger. You know how a toy gun shoots. Well, a trap goes off just like that.
So Grandpa Whackum told the boy beavers all about traps, the different kinds, and how they were baited and set. And he found some more traps, and let the boys look at them—but not too close, you know.
"Oh, I hope I never get caught in a trap," said Noodle.
"What can we do if we are ever caught in one?" asked Toodle.
"Bang your tail on the ground for help, and, if any of us hear you, we'll come," said Grandpa Whackum. "But if you do get caught—well—I don't like to talk about it. Let's go get some lollypops."
So they went, and Toodle and Noodle were more glad than ever that they had had a lesson in traps, even on Saturday.
"Now you may go off and play—lessons are over," said Grandpa Whackum with a smile, and Toodle and Noodle ran off to meet some of their friends.