As soon as Little Rabbit had told the old gentleman frog to watch out for the Miller’s Boy, he along by the Bubbling , as it wound in and out among the trees of the Shady Forest or went splashing over rocks and fallen logs. All of a sudden he met Jimmy . But, oh dear me! What was the matter with Jimmy Mink? He was hobbling on three legs. What could be the matter?  
“Helloa, there, Jimmy Mink,” shouted the little rabbit.
 
“What makes you walk on three legs,
When you can walk on four?
I didn’t know that you had been
A soldier in the war.”
 
“I haven’t,” replied Jimmy Mink. “I got caught in a trap,” and he lifted up his right foreleg.
 
“Why, your foot’s gone!” the little rabbit. “Isn’t that dreadful?”
 
“Yes, it’s pretty bad,” answered Jimmy Mink. “But the only way I could free myself was to bite off my foot.”
 
“Oh! oh! oh!” cried the little rabbit, sorrowfully. “Tell me how it happened.” So Jimmy Mink explained how one day when he had crept out of his little house under the bank of the Bubbling Brook, he had seen a nice fat on an old log. “There was a queer looking iron thing there, too,” he said, “but I didn’t think anything about that. But, oh dear me! When I picked up the trout, s............