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 "I don't care how cold it gets," declared Little Joe Otter. "By the way, what brings you over here to the Laughing Brook?"

That reminded Peter of the queer trail that had so puzzled him. "Some one, I haven't the least idea who, has been traveling about in the Green Forest, and has left the queerest trail I've ever seen," said he. "In parts of it there are no footprints at all; there is just a long furrow in the snow. Here is one of those furrows right down this bank."

Little Joe Otter's bright eyes twinkled. "That is queer," said he. "Now who under the sun do you suppose could have made it?"

"That's what I want to know,"