hunting for traps set by Farmer Brown's boy, just as Grandfather
Frog had advised them to.

Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter were hunting together. They
were swimming along close to shore just where the Laughing Brook
leaves the Smiling Pool, when Jerry wrinkled up his funny little
nose and stopped swimming. Sniff, sniff, sniff, went Jerry Muskrat.
Then little cold shivers ran down his backbone and way out to the
tip of his tail.

"What is it?" asked Little Joe Otter.

"It's the man-smell," whispered Jerry.

Just then Little Joe Otter gave a long sniff. "My, I smell fish!"
he cried, his eyes sparkling, and started in the direction from
which the smell came. He swam faster than Jerry, and in a minute he
shouted in delight.

"Hi, Jerry! Some one's left a fish on the edge of the bank: What a
feast!"

Jerry hurried as fast as he could swim, his eyes popping out with
fright, for the nearer he got, the stronger grew that dreadful man-smell.
"Don't touch it," he panted. "Don't touch it, Joe Otter!"

Little Joe laughed. "What's the matter, Jerry? 'Fraid I'll eat it
all up before you get here?" he asked, as he reached out for the fish.

"Stop!" shrieked Jerry, and gave Little Joe a push, just as the