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Poor Louie! It hurt lots worse than that little bitty burn of Tad Coon’s. But he didn’t make nearly so much fuss about it. He didn’t like even the Woodsfolk to hear him. ’Specially when they were so sorry. And Watch just whined his sympathy, plain as words, and licked the sore spot for him.

Even that didn’t stop it from hurting. So Louie ran down to the pond and stuck it in the water. Then he picked a bulrush and squeezed the nice, soft, juicy end against it. Of course that interested Doctor Muskrat. He flopped over to see what root Louie was using.

“Hey, Watch!” he said. “That poor boy has the right idea, but he’s got hold of the wrong root. Tell him to try this marsh marigold. It’s fine.”

“Or dock,” suggested Nibble Rabbit. Dock is a favourite remedy in a rabbit hole.

“No, leeks,” suggested Tad Coon. He didn’t mean to rub them on, but to eat them. They’re little wild onions, and they taste so good to Tad he forgets about everything else when he’s eating them. But there weren’t any by the pond.