"He'll find Jimmy Skunk's tracks, but he won't find mine," thought
Unc' Billy. "Isn't it lucky that I thought to step right in Jimmy
Skunk's tracks when I came here?"

He lay still and listened to Farmer Brown's boy poking around outside.
He heard him exclaim: "Ah, I thought so!" and knew that he had found
the tracks Jimmy Skunk had made in the snow. Unc' Billy almost
chuckled again as he thought what a smart fellow he had been to step
in Jimmy Skunk's tracks. And right then he heard something that put an
end to all his fine thoughts about his own smartness, and sent little
cold shivers up and down his backbone.

"Hello!" said the voice of Farmer Brown's boy. "These are queer
tracks! That Skunk must have had a queer tail, for here are the marks
of it in the snow, and they look as if they might have been made by
the tail of a very big rat."

Unc' Billy remembered then for the first time that when he had thought
he was so smart, he had forgotten to hold his tail up. He had dragged
it in the snow, and of course it had left a mark.

"I guess that there was more than one visitor here last night,"
continued the voice of Farmer Brown's boy. "Here are the tracks of the
Skunk going away from the hen-house, but I don't see any of those
other queer tracks going away. Whoever made them must be right around
here now."

Back into the hen-house came Farmer Brown's boy and began to poke
around in all the corners. He moved all the boxes and looked in the