Each of the beaver boys was given a certain part of the work to do, and Toto was soon busy with the others. Foot by foot the canal was dug.
Now of course beaver boys don’t like to work all the while, any more than real boys do, and Toto was a real beaver boy. So, after he had dug a bit, he looked around, and, seeing no one near him, he said to himself:
“I’m going to see if I can’t find some willow bark to eat. Somehow to-day I seem to want a bit of willow bark.”
He climbed out of the canal, which had no water in as yet, and walked, or waddled, off through the woods. And soon Toto was going to have an adventure that was not a nice one.
He was walking along, thinking of what fun he would have that evening on the mud slide, when, all at once, he seemed to smell something very good. It was a piece of apple, and Toto had not eaten an apple for many days, as none grew in the woods.
“Oh, how good that is!” he exclaimed. “Some one must have dropped it here under the trees.”
Toto looked about and sniffed until he saw a small, red apple. It seemed to be on top of a little pile of leaves.
“Oh, how good!” cried Toto. He walked up to the apple, and then, all of a sudden, something happened! There was a clicking sound, and Toto felt a pain in his leg. Then he knew what it was.
“Oh, dear, I’m caught in a trap!” cried the beaver boy.