Somehow, Jerry knew without being
told that the stranger had built the dam, and you know Jerry had
twice made a hole in the dam to let the water out of the strange
pond into the Laughing Brook. Jerry knew right down in his heart
that if he had built that dam, he would be very, very angry with any
one who tried to spoil it, and that is just what he had tried to do.
So he sat with chattering teeth, too frightened to even try to run.
"I wish I had let some one else keep watch," said Jerry to himself.
Then the big stranger had spoken. He had said: "Hello, Jerry
Muskrat! Don't you know me?" and his voice hadn't sounded the least
bit angry. Then he had told Jerry that he was his big cousin, Paddy
the Beaver, and he hoped that they would be friends.
Now everything was just as it had been before -- the strange pond,
the dam, Jerry himself and the big stranger, and the black shadows
of the night -- and yet somehow, everything was different, all
because a few pleasant words had been spoken.
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