Tad Coon needs Doctor Muskrat.
“Ok, he’ll be all right. His master Sandy’s working over him,” Watch answered. “But what did do it?”
“Those striped buzzers with hot spots in their tails. They’re over there guarding the nest that fell down on Trailer. The rest of them are building a new one up in that tree—and you just ought to have seen what they did to poor Tad Coon. He was up there hiding.”
“Well, you just tell him to stay hidden, too,” whined Watch, stretching his stiff legs thoughtfully. “I’ve had enough of hunting after Silvertip the Fox to last me awhile.”
“But what happened to Grandpop Snapping Turtle?” called Nibble from the Pickery Things.
“He’s in a pot on the fire right now,” answered Watch.
“What’s a pot? What’s a fire?” asked the two wild folks.
“Fire? You know fire. When men make that red spot that’s all hot—like a buzzer’s tail, you know—come out of the end of a stick—that’s fire,” he explained.
“They do it to the bulrushes,” nodded the doctor. “The red spot gets bigger and bigger until everything’s red and then the hot things disappear.”
“Exactly. But men don’t always let it make everything red. They keep it in one place and use it to cook with. They’re cooking Grandpop.”