One fine winter's day Fatty Coon came upon the queerest tracks in the snow. They were huge a great deal bigger, even, than bear-tracks, which Fatty had sometimes seen, for once in a while, before the weather grew too cold, and he fell into his winter's sleep, a bear would come down into the valley from his home on Blue Mountain. But these were six times as big as bear tracks. And Fatty felt a shiver of fear run up and down his back.