talking about when he said the great wind would sweep down upon the
village on the following Tuesday, Brownie spent a good deal of time
wondering what he had better do.

He wanted to save his house from being blown over the top of Blue
Mountain. And he wanted to save himself from being carried along at
the same time.

Before Friday was gone Brownie Beaver began to heap more mud and
sticks upon his house, to make it stronger. And when Tired Tim came
swimming past the lazy scamp laughed harder than ever.

"I see you're afraid of the cyclone," he called. "But what you're
doing won't help you any. The wind will blow away those sticks easily
enough.... What you ought to do is to dig a house like mine in the
bank. Then you won't have to worry about any cyclone."

So Brownie set to work and made him a house like Tired Tim's. On
Monday he had finished it. But he didn't like his new home at all.

"It's no better than a rat's hole," he said. "My family have never
lived in such a place and I'm not used to it. I prefer my house that's
built of sticks and mud. And I'm going to see if there isn't some way
I can make it safe."

So Brownie went to Grandaddy Beaver again and asked him what he ought
to do.

The old gentleman said he would try to think of a plan to save
Brownie's house.