questions," he complained. "You can't ask questions of a newspaper,
you know."

"Well--what happened on Saturday?"

"There you go again!" cried Mr. Crow. "Another question! I declare, I
don't believe you ever took a newspaper before--did you?"

Brownie Beaver admitted that he never had.

"Then--" said Mr. Crow--"then don't interrupt me again, please! I'll
tell you all the news I've brought. And when I've finished I'll stop
being a newspaper and be myself for a while. And then we can talk. But
not before!" he insisted.

Brownie Beaver nodded his head. He was afraid that if he said another
word Mr. Crow would grow angry and fly away without telling him any
more news.

"On Saturday--this morning, to be exact"--said Mr. Crow, "there came
near being a bad accident. Jimmy Rabbit almost cut off Frisky
Squirrel's tail."

Mr. Crow paused and looked at Brownie Beaver out of the corner of his
eye. He knew that Brownie would want to know what prevented the
accident. But he was in no hurry to tell him.

For a few moments Brownie waited to hear the rest. But a few moments
was more than he could endure.