There was no answer sure enough.
The old clock struck twelve, and one, and still Curly-Tail did not come home.
Daddy Do-Little got out his new yellow and green walking stick, and started out to look for Curly-Tail.
Early that morning Curly-Tail had gone with a hop, and a skip, and a bound into Farmer Brown’s garden to get an apple to roast for dinner.
“Click,” went a spring, and for the first time in his life Curly-Tail was caught in a trap!
He said, “If I could only uncurl my tail, if I could only uncurl my tail I would feel happier.”
His tail was caught in the trap.
He was wondering what he would do when he heard the “patter, patter, patter,” of many little feet.
Then a most delightful thing happened!