Mrs. Muskrat glared at him, for she had overheard the remark. Then
she held up one hand to command silence. "Friends, it was a trap --
a trap set by Farmer Brown's boy! a trap to catch you and me and our
children!" said she solemnly. "It is no longer safe for our little
folks to play around the Smiling Pool or along the Laughing Brook.
What are we going to do about it?"
Everybody looked at everybody else in dismay. Then everybody began
to talk at once, and if Farmer Brown's boy could have heard all the
things said about him, his cheeks certainly would have burned.
Indeed, I am afraid that they would have blistered. Such excitement!
Everybody had a different idea, and nobody would listen to anybody
else. Old Mr. Mink lost his temper and called Grandpa Otter a
meddlesome know-nothing. It looked very much as if the convention
was going to break up in a sad quarrel. Then Mr. Coon climbed up on
the Big Rock and with a stick pounded for silence.
"I move," said he, "that in as much as we cannot agree, we tell
Great-Grandfather Frog all about the danger and ask his advice, for
he is very old and very wise and remembers when the world was young.
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