but Paddy the Beaver. But Paddy never is lonesome. You see, he
finds company in the trees and flowers and all the little plants.

It was still, very, very still. Over on one side was a beautiful
rosy glow in the water. It was the reflection from jolly, round,
red Mr. Sun. Paddy couldn't see him because of the tall trees,
but he knew exactly what Mr. Sun was doing. He was going to bed
behind the Purple Hills. Pretty soon the little stars would come
out and twinkle down at him. He loves the little stars and always
watches for the first one.

Yes, Paddy the Beaver was very happy. He would have been
perfectly happy except for one thing. Farmer Brown's boy had
found his dam and pond that very afternoon, and Paddy wasn't
quite sure what Farmer Brown's boy might do. He had kept himself
snugly hidden while Farmer Brown's boy was there, and he felt
quite sure that Farmer Brown's boy didn't know who had built the
dam. But for this reason he might, he just might, try to find out
all about it, and that would mean that Paddy would always have to
be on the watch.

"But what's the use of worrying over troubles that haven't come
yet, and may never come? Time enough to worry when they do come,"
said Paddy to himself, which shows that Paddy has a great deal of
wisdom in his little brown head. "The thing for me to do now is
to get ready for winter, and that means a great deal of work," he
continued. "Let me see, I've got to build a house, a big, stout,
warm house, where I will be warm and safe when my pond is frozen
over. And I've got to lay in a supply of food, enough to last me
until gentle Sister South Wind comes to prepare the way for