right on the ground. There were some hooks on the end of the line, but
Doctor Rabbit did not want these, so with his sharp teeth he cut them
off. Then he picked up the line and took it some distance away to a
big thicket. Here Doctor Rabbit began making a loop in one end of that
fishing line and chuckling as he worked.

Well, in just a little while he had that loop all fixed. Then he
spread out the loop, which was made so it would slip, on a nice patch
of open ground near the thicket. The other end of the line he hid in
the thicket. Then he went over to the edge of the Murmuring Brook. He
moved along the edge of the brook and watched ever so carefully. Now
what do you suppose Doctor Rabbit was looking for this time? Well,
sir, he was looking for a live fish. He saw several and made a grab
for them, but they all got away. But Doctor Rabbit is very patient,
and presently he seized a nice one and carried it, wiggling in his
mouth, back to the loop he had made in that line. He dropped the small
fish in the center of the loop. The fish didn't jump much now; it only
wiggled and flapped its tail a little, and that was just what Doctor
Rabbit wanted it to do.

He ran into the thicket where the other end of the line was and waited
for Brushtail the Fox to come along.

As Doctor Rabbit waited and listened he heard footsteps approaching.
He peeped out to see who it was. It wasn't Brushtail at all; it was
Ray Coon. And my, you should have seen Mr. Coon run for that fish when
he saw it!

"Hurrah!" Ray Coon shouted. "Some one has lost a fish. Here's my
breakfast right here!"