Doctor Rabbit knew very well that somehow he must drive Brushtail out
of the Big Green Woods. None of the little creatures would be safe for
a moment until this was done. Yes, cruel, sly old Brushtail must be
driven away, and everything depended on our clever Doctor Rabbit.

As Doctor Rabbit started hopping along through the woods he said
quietly to himself, "Of course this scheme I have in mind may not
work. But it is worth trying anyway. I won't tell any of my friends
about it, and then if I don't catch Brushtail they won't be
disappointed. But if I _do_ catch him!"

Right here Doctor Rabbit stopped and laughed and laughed. "My," he
continued, "if I _do_ catch him, won't Stubby Woodchuck and Cheepy
Chipmunk and all the others be surprised! Well, I should say they
_will_ be surprised!"

And Doctor Rabbit went hopping along, chuckling to himself and feeling
mighty fine. He is always happy when he has thought of a plan to get
rid of some big, cruel animal.

Doctor Rabbit kept going until he came to a part of the Big Green
Woods where the Murmuring Brook was widest and deepest. He knew just
what he was looking for, too. You see, Farmer Roe's boy had been
setting his fishing lines here every night. Each morning he would pull
his lines out of the water, take the fish off, and then leave one or
two of the lines lying on the bank until evening.

Doctor Rabbit wanted one of these fishing lines, and when he reached
the place, sure enough, there was a long, stout fishing line lying