The next day, after breakfast, Sue, who was changing the dress of one of her dolls, saw brother Bunny walking along the path that led toward the spring.  Bunny carried a small wooden box.

“What are you going to do, Bunny?” she asked him.  “Get a box full of water?”

“Nope.  This box won’t hold water.  It’s got holes in.”

“But what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make a trap to catch a fox.”

“Oh, Bunny!  Can I help you?”

“Yes.  Come on.  But you must keep awful still, ’cause foxes are easy scared.”

“I will, Bunny.  And may I bring my doll with me?  I can put her to sleep on some soft dried leaves when you want me to help you.”

“Yes, you may bring one doll,” said Bunny.  “But don’t bring one of the kind that cries when you punch it in the stomach, or it might make a noise and scare the fox.  I’m going to catch one and train him to do tricks.”

“How are you going to catch him, Bunny?”

“In this box.  Come on, I’ll show you.”

“I guess I won’t bring any of my dolls,” said Sue, after thinking about it for a minute.  “A fox might bite her.”

“Yes, that will be better,” said the little boy.

So, carrying the box, and some other things, which Sue helped him with, Bunny and his sister went a little way into the wood.

“Don’t go too far!” their mother called after them.

“We won’t!” they promised.  Since coming to Camp Rest-a-While Bunny and Sue had not been lost, and they did not now want to have that trouble if they could help it.

“Are there any foxes in here?” asked Sue, looking around as she and Bunny came near the spring.

“Hush!  Don’t speak so loud,” whispered her brother.  “You might scare ’em.”

“Is they any here?” asked Sue, this time in a very soft whisper.

“I guess so,” answered Bunny.  “They must come to the spring to get a drink of water, same as we do.  I’m going to put my trap near the spring.”

There was a large flat stone, near the place where the water for the camp was found.  On this stone Bunny put the box, bottom side up.  It had no cover to it.  One edge of the box Bunny held up by putting a stick under it, and to the stick he tied a long string.

“Is that a trap?” asked Sue.

“Yep,” Bunny answered.  “Now I’m going to put something under the box that foxes like.  They’ll crawl under to eat it, and when they’re there I’ll pull the string.  That will make the stick come out and the box will fall down, and cover up the fox so it can’t get away.”

“Oh, that’ll be fine!” cried Sue.  “But what’re you going to give the foxes to eat, Bunny?”

“I’ll show you,” said the little fellow.  From his pocket he took some bits of bread, a few crumbs of dried cake, a little piece of pie wrapped in paper, and half an apple.

“There!” Bunny exclaimed as he put these things under the raised-up box.  “Foxes ought to like all that.  Now we’ll hide back here in the bushes, Sue, and I’ll have hold of the long string.  As soon as we see a fox, or any other animal, go under the box, I’ll pull away the little stick, and we’ll catch him!”