"Hello! What's this!" Brushtail exclaimed. He dug around a little in the sand, then said, "Oho, I see! It's a stake I stumbled over, and here is a chain and—why sure enough! There's a trap fastened to the chain. Ha! ha! ha! No beef to-night, thank you! I'll just wait. Perhaps some foolish animal will drag that head away and hide it. Then I'll just help myself. Sooner or later I'll get that head!" And Brushtail trotted away.
It was a queer procession!
But he did not go far until he stopped and sniffed again in the direction of the cow's head.
"My!" exclaimed Brushtail, "That meat certainly does smell good, so good that I am almost tempted to go back and try to get it. But I'm afraid. I'll just wait as I said. And I'll get that cow's head as sure as anything."
And laughing to himself because he believed he was so clever, Brushtail stole softly away into the woods.
Well, Brushtail is clever, but some one else was just a bit cleverer, and that was Doctor Rabbit.