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The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess
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So Spotty the Turtle found a good place to spend the night, and then
he sat down to watch and wait. Right before him was the thing which
he had found and which puzzled him so. What was it? Why, it was
a wall. Yes, Sir, that is just what it was -- a wall of logs and
sticks and mud, and it was right across the Laughing Brook, where
the banks were steep and narrow. Of course the Laughing Brook could
laugh no longer; there couldn't enough water get through that wall
of logs and sticks and mud to make even the beginning of a laugh.
Spotty wondered what lay behind that wall, and who had built it, and
what for, and a lot of other things. And he was still wondering
when he fell asleep.



CHAPTER XVI: The Pond In The Green Forest

SPOTTY THE TURTLE was awake by the time the first rays of the rising
sun began to creep through the Green Forest. He was far, far up the
Laughing Brook, very much farther than he had ever been before, and
as he yawned and stretched, he wondered if after all he hadn't
dreamed about the wall of logs and sticks and mud across the
Laughing Brook. When he had rubbed the last sleepy-wink out of his
eyes, he looked again. There it was, just as he had seen it the
night before! Then Spotty knew that it was real, and he began to
wonder what was on the other side of it.

"I cannot climb it, for my legs were never made for climbing," said
Spotty mournfully as he looked at his funny little black feet.
"Oh, dear, I wish that I could climb like Happy Jack Squirrel!"
Just then a thought popped into his head and chased away the little
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