Everybody who lived near Black Creek noticed Timothy Turtle's new collar. And almost every one, being curious, asked Mr. Turtle where he got it, and why he was wearing it.  
Now, Timothy Turtle would give such folk no answer at all. But old Mr. Crow knew what had happened—of course. And he took pains to tell all his friends how Johnnie Green had caught Timothy and tied a rope around his neck, and cut something on Timothy's back, besides.
 
 
So it was not long before Timothy Turtle's neighbors began to ask him what was on his back.
 
"My shell's on my back!" he snapped, when any one put that question to him.
 
"Yes—but what's on your shell?" everybody was sure to answer back.
 
Timothy Turtle couldn't have replied to that question, even if he had wanted to. And though he always sneered when hearing it and turned his head away, as if the matter was something he didn't care to talk about, there was nobody who was any more eager to know the answer than he.
 
To be sure, by raising his head he could get a slanting view of the top of his shell. But such a glimpse was not enough to tell him anything.
 
Under the constant inquiries of his neighbors Timothy's curiosity grew every day. Soon he took to staring at his reflection in the surface of the water, withp. 84 the hope that he might be able to see his back in that way.
 
But it was all in vain. Though Timothy twisted and turned and stretched his long neck, he couldn't see his own back, no matter how much he tried.
 
Now, there was an ill-mannered scamp named Peter Mink who happened to go prowling up the creek one day. And as he quie............