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 fore feet he held down the whimpering little Otter. Farmer Brown's boy didn't stop to think. He just opened his mouth and yelled. Then picking up a stick he rushed forward.

Old Man Coyote didn't wait for him to get there. At the sound of that yell he jumped as if he had been shot. Then he turned and vanished like a shadow in the brush. Little Joe Otter and Mrs. Joe had been almost as much frightened as Old Man Coyote, and they ran too. But they didn't run far. Oh, my, no! Their love was too strong for that. They dived into the little pool, but almost at once their brown heads appeared again, as they