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Little Joe Otter
He didn't doubt that it would be taken at once by a fat, hungry, speckled trout.
"I ought to catch at least three in this pool," said he to himself, and waited, keeping perfectly still. Nothing happened. Farmer Brown's boy moved the bait about in the most enticing way he knew how, and still nothing happened. He didn't get so much as a nibble.
"This is queer," muttered Farmer Brown's boy. "I never have had to wait so long for a bite in this pool before." He continued to keep perfectly still, as a good fisherman should, and waited patiently. Still there wasn't a nibble. Presently, having nothing else to do, he began to take note of things, the
