There was no time like the present for digesting these new ideas.

Seeing a big root sticking out of the bank, close to the bottom, with a tremendous effort he clawed himself under it and scraped off his antagonists.

Shooting out on the other side, he darted off like an eel through the water grass, and hurried away up stream to a certain hollow log he knew, where he might lick his bites and meditate undisturbed.

The two Little Furry Ones stared after him for a moment, then crawled out upon the bank and lay down in the sunny grass." Uncle Andy got up with an air of decision.

"Let's go catch some fish," he said.