BOBBY c.o.o.n MAKES A DISCOVERY
Bobby c.o.o.n had overslept. Usually Bobby is astir shortly after jolly, round, red Mr. Sun has gone to bed behind the Purple Hills. But Bobby is very irregular in his habits. He is very fond of traveling about in the night, is Bobby c.o.o.n, and when he does that, he sleeps the greater part of the day. But once in a while he takes a notion to travel about by daylight, and when he does that, why of course he has to sleep part of the night, anyway. Bobby c.o.o.n is a very lucky chap, very lucky indeed, for he can see in the dark, and yet, unlike Hooty the Owl, he has no trouble in seeing in the broad daylight as well.
This night Bobby c.o.o.n had overslept because he had not gone to bed until the middle of the day. He had been prowling about and getting into mischief all of the night before and had not started for home until jolly, round Mr.
Sun was smiling down from right overhead. By this time Bobby c.o.o.n had sticks in his eyes. He was so sleepy that it seemed to him that he never, never could get home. He was stumbling along through the Green Forest when he came to a hollow log. What do you think he did? Why, he crawled in there, and in two minutes was fast asleep, just as comfortable as if he had been in his own hollow tree.
There Bobby slept all the rest of the day and until long after Mr. Sun had pulled on his rosy nightcap. Perhaps he would have slept there all night, if he hadn"t been waked up. It was the cry of "Thief! thief! thief!" that waked him. It seemed to come from right over his head.
"Sammy Jay ought to be ashamed of himself, waking honest people like this!"
muttered Bobby c.o.o.n, as he yawned and stretched. At first he couldn"t think where he was. Then he remembered. He was just getting ready to crawl out of the hollow log, when he heard something which made him stop and try to sit up so suddenly that he b.u.mped his head. What he heard was the voice of Unc"
Billy Possum, and he knew by the sound that Unc" Billy was sitting on the very log in which he himself was hiding.
"This is the greatest joke that ever was!" said Unc" Billy. "Pretty soon n.o.body on the Green Meadows or in the Green Forest will speak to anybody else excepting me. Yo" cert"nly have got all your ol" tricks with yo"."
"Yes," replied a voice which Bobby c.o.o.n had never heard before, but which he knew right away must belong to some one who had come from way down South where Unc" Billy Possum and Ol" Mistah Buzzard had come from. "Yes," said the voice, "Ah done got all mah ol" tricks and some more. But it"s easy, Unc" Billy, it"s easy to fool your new friends, because Ah reckon they never have been fooled this way before. Don" yo" think it is most time to stop? Ah don"t want to show mahself in daylight. Besides, if Ah"m found out, n.o.body ain"t gwine to have anything to do with me."
"Don"t yo" worry. n.o.body"s gwine to find yo" out. We"ll keep it up just a day or two longer. Yo" cert"nly am powerful good at imitating other people"s voices. Ah wonder that Ol" Mistah Buzzard hasn"t got his eye on yo" before now," said Unc" Billy Possum.
Bobby c.o.o.n had become wide awake as he listened. He tried hard to get a peep at the stranger with Unc" Billy, but all he could see was a long tail of feathers. Bobby waited until Unc" Billy and his friend had left. Then he crawled out of the hollow log, and he was chuckling to himself.
"I"ll just have a little talk with Ol" Mistah Buzzard," said Bobby to himself.
XX
BOBBY c.o.o.n AND OL" MISTAH BUZZARD HAVE A TALK
Bobby c.o.o.n had spent the largest part of the forenoon sitting at the foot of the tall dead tree on which Ol" Mistah Buzzard likes to roost. All the time Ol" Mistah Buzzard had been sailing "round and "round in circles way up in the blue, blue sky, sometimes so high that to Bobby he looked like just a tiny speck. Bobby had watched him until his own neck ached. Mistah Buzzard hardly ever moved his wings. He just sailed and sailed and sailed up and down and "round and "round, just as if it was no work at all but pure fun, as indeed it was.
Bobby c.o.o.n had waited so long that it was almost more than he could do to be patient any longer, but if you really want a thing, it is worth waiting for, and so Bobby gave a great sigh and tried to make himself more comfortable. At last Mistah Buzzard came sailing down straight for the tall dead tree. With two or three flaps of his great wings he settled down on his favorite perch and looked down at Bobby c.o.o.n.
"Good mo"ning, Brer c.o.o.n," said Ol" Mistah Buzzard.
"Good morning, Mistah Buzzard; I hope you are feeling very well this morning," replied Bobby c.o.o.n as politely as he knew how.
"Fair to middling well," said Ol" Mistah Buzzard, with a twinkle in his eyes. "What can Ah do fo" yo"all?"
"If you please, Mistah Buzzard, you can tell me if there is anybody way down South where you come from who can make his voice sound just like the voices of other people. Is there?" Bobby was using his very politest manner.
"Cert"nly! Cert"nly!" chuckled Ol" Mistah Buzzard. "It"s Mistah Mockah the Mocking-bird. Why, that bird just likes to go around making trouble; he just naturally likes to. He just goes around mocking everything and everybody he hears, until sometimes it seems like yo" couldn"t be sure of yo" own voice when yo" hear it. Why do yo" ask, Brer c.o.o.n?"
"Because he is right here in the Green Forest now," replied Bobby c.o.o.n.
"What"s that yo" am a-saying, Brer c.o.o.n? What"s that?" cried Ol" Mistah Buzzard, growing very excited.
Then Bobby c.o.o.n told Ol" Mistah Buzzard all about the trouble on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest; how Sammy Jay had moved away to the Old Pasture so that no one could say that he screamed in the night, and yet how his voice was still heard; how Sticky-toes the Tree Toad was almost crazy because his neighbors said he was noisy, when all the time he was sitting with his mouth tight closed; and finally, how all the little meadow and forest people refused to speak to one another because of the many unkind things which had been overheard. And Bobby told what he had overheard the night before when Unc" Billy Possum and a stranger had sat on the very log in which Bobby had been taking, a nap. Ol" Mistah Buzzard chuckled.
"Yo" might have known Unc" Billy was behind all that trouble," said he.
"Yes, Sah, yo" might have known that ol" rascal was behind it. When Unc"
Billy Possum and Mockah get their haids together, there sho"ly is gwine to be something doing."
XXI
BOBBY c.o.o.n HAS A BUSY DAY
Bobby c.o.o.n had left Ol" Mistah Buzzard sitting on his favorite dead tree.
Every few minutes Ol" Mistah Buzzard would chuckle. "Brer c.o.o.n is right smart, and Ah reckon Unc" Billy Possum is gwine to get a taste of his own medicine. Yes, Sah, Ah reckon he is!" said Ol" Mistah Buzzard. Then he chuckled and chuckled, as he spread his broad wings and said: "Ah reckon Ah better be up in the blue, blue sky where Ah can look right down and see all the fun."
In the meantime Bobby c.o.o.n was hurrying back and forth across the Green Meadows and through the Green Forest, calling on all the little people who live there. He whispered a few words in the ear of one and then hurried on to whisper to the next one. When Bobby would first begin to whisper, the one to whom he was whispering would shake his head and look as if he didn"t believe a word of what Bobby was saying. Then Bobby would point to Ol"
Mistah Buzzard sailing "round and "round high up in the blue, blue sky where everybody could see him, and whisper some more. When he got through, he always carried away with him a promise that just what he had asked should be done.
Bobby c.o.o.n had thought of a plan to turn the joke on Unc" Billy Possum, and this was why he was hurrying back and forth whispering in the ears of every one who lived on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest; that is everybody excepting Unc" Billy Possum and his family. It was the busiest day that Bobby c.o.o.n could remember.
It was the very next morning that Unc" Billy Possum was trotting along the Crooked Little Path down the hill. He was just starting out on his daily round of calls, and he was grinning as only Unc" Billy Possum can grin.
"Mah name is Billy Possum and mah home"s a hollow tree!
By day or night Ah wander forth--it"s all the same to me!
Ah fill mah stomach with an egg, or sometimes it is fish; In fact Ah always helps mahself to anything Ah wish.
Fo" mah name is Billy Possum and mah other name is Smart; To catch yo" Uncle Billy yo" must make an early start."
Unc" Billy was singing this to himself as he trotted along the Crooked Little Path, and all the time he was thinking of the great joke that he and his old friend Mr. Mocker, from way down South, were playing on the little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest.
This morning he was on his way to call first on Johnny Chuck. Half-way down the hill he met Bobby c.o.o.n. Unc" Billy stopped and held out one hand as he said "Good mo"ning, Brer c.o.o.n. How do yo"all do this fine mo"ning?"
Bobby c.o.o.n walked right past as if he didn"t see Unc" Billy at all. He didn"t even look at him.
"What"s the matter with yo" this mo"ning, Brer c.o.o.n?" shouted Unc" Billy.
Bobby c.o.o.n kept right on, without so much as turning his head. Unc" Billy watched him, and there was a puzzled look on Unc" Billy"s face. "Must be that Brer c.o.o.n has something powerful impo"tant on his mind," muttered Unc"
Billy, as he started on.
Pretty soon he met Jimmy Skunk who had always been one of Unc" Billy"s best friends. Jimmy was looking under every stick and stone for beetles for his breakfast.
"Good mo"ning, Neighbor Skunk!" said Unc" Billy in his heartiest voice.
Jimmy Skunk, who never hurries, kept right on pulling over sticks and stones just as if he didn"t see or hear Unc" Billy at all. In fact, when he pulled over one stone, he dropped it right on Unc" Billy"s tail and didn"t seem to hear Unc" Billy"s "Ouch!" as he pulled his tail from under the stone. Jimmy just went right on about his business.
Unc" Billy sat down and scratched his head. His face had lost the cheerful grin with which he had started out. Pretty soon he started on, but every few minutes he would stop and scratch his head thoughtfully. He didn"t know what to make of Bobby c.o.o.n and Jimmy Skunk.
He was so surprised that he hadn"t known whether to be angry or not.