"I heard nothing but that odd click," he replied.

"That's what a gun sounds like when it's cocked," said Grandaddy
Beaver. "But with a gun, the click comes first, the flash next, and
the roar last of all. And here you tell me the flash came first, the
click next, and there was no roar at all.... What's a body a-going to
think, I'd like to know? It wasn't a gun--that's sure. And if you want
to know what I say about it, why--I say that it was a very strange
thing that happened to you. And I'd keep away from that tree for a
long time."

"I had made up my mind that I'd do that," Brownie told him. And then
he went home again. But he never went to sleep until almost noon the
following day; for whenever he closed his eyes he seemed to see that
blinding flash of light again.

When Jasper Jay came on Saturday afternoon to tell Brownie Beaver what
had happened in the world during the past week he had an astounding
piece of news.

"Here's something about you," Jasper told Brownie, as soon as he could
catch his breath. Jasper had flown faster than usual that day, because
he had such interesting news. "Your picture," he told Brownie, "is in
the photographer's window, way over in the town where Farmer Green
goes sometimes."

Brownie Beaver gave Jasper a quick look.

"I've often suspected," he said, "that you don't always tell me the