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 climbed out on the ice where the big fish had been left.

"Here it—" began the young Otter, and stopped abruptly.

"Well, where is it?" demanded his sister.

Her brother simply stared all about him with a foolish look on his face. There was no fish there! What could have become of it? He knew that he had killed it and so it couldn't possibly have flopped back into the water. He ran all around with his nose to the ice, but there was no scent of Reddy Fox or of any one else.

“I don't believe you caught a big fish," declared his sister. "You must have dreamed it. If you caught it, where is it?"