With magnificent nerve she calmly set to work and _gnawed off_ the foot which had been so idiotic as to get itself caught.

She would have nothing more to do with the fool thing.

She just left it there in the trap, with her compliments, for the man--a poor little, crumpled, black-skinned paw, with a fringe of short brownish fur about the wrist, like a fur-lined gauntlet." The Babe shuddered, but heroically refrained from interrupting.
"Of course the stump soon healed up," continued Uncle Andy, "but she always found the absence of that paw most inconvenient, especially when she was digging burrows.

She used to find herself digging them on the bias, and coming out where she did not at all expect to.
"But to return to Young Grumpy.

While he was yet very young his three-legged mother, who had seen him and his brothers and sisters eating grass quite comfortably, decided that they were big enough to look out for themselves.