XIII

A LUCKY FIND


Brownie Beaver almost wished he hadn't spent so much time waiting for
Grandaddy to tell him to tie down his house so it wouldn't be carried
away by the big wind on the following day. With no rope--or anything
else--to tie the house with, Brownie could not see that Grandaddy's
advice was of any use to him.

Anyhow, he was glad he had done as Tired Tim had suggested and dug a
house in the bank, where he could hide until the storm passed. But he
felt sad at the thought of losing his comfortable home. And since he
could hardly bear to look at it and imagine how dreadful it would be
to have it blown over the top of Blue Mountain into Pleasant Valley,
Brownie went for a stroll through the woods to try to forget his
trouble.

He found himself at last in a clearing, where loggers had been at
work. They had chopped down many trees. And the sight made Brownie
Beaver angry.

"This is an outrage!" he cried aloud. "I'd like to know who has been
stealing our trees. I suppose it's Farmer Green; for they say he's
always up to such tricks." He took a good look around. And then he