"Oh! they go to roost every night at sundown," Jasper Jay explained.
"And there they sit, up in the tree, all night long. They"re fast asleep. And you would have no trouble at all in catching as many as you wanted. . . . But of course, if you"re afraid--why there"s no use of MY talking about it. There"s a plenty of other c.o.o.ns in these woods who"d be glad to know about those turkeys. And maybe they"d have the manners to say "Thank you!" too." And with a hoa.r.s.e, sneering laugh Jasper Jay flew away.
That was enough for Fatty. He made up his mind that he would show Jasper Jay that HE was not afraid. And he wanted a turkey to eat, too. He said nothing to his mother about Jasper"s news. But that very night, when the moon came up, and the lights in Farmer Green"s house were all out, Fatty c.o.o.n went stealing across the fields.
He was not afraid, for he knew that Farmer Green and all his family were in their beds. And it was so cold that Fatty felt sure that Farmer Green"s dogs would be inside their kennels.
Fatty did not intend to make any noise. The turkeys were asleep--so Jasper Jay had told him--and he expected to grab one of them so swiftly and silently that the other turkeys would never know it.
When Fatty c.o.o.n came to Farmer Green"s yard he had no trouble at all in finding the spreading oak. He could see the turkeys plainly where they dozed on the bare branches. And in less time than it takes to tell it Fatty had climbed the tree. On the very lowest limb there was a row of four plump turkeys, all sound asleep. And Fatty reached out and seized the nearest one. He seized the turkey by the neck, so that the big bird could not call out. But Fatty was not quite quick enough. Before he could pull her off her perch the turkey began to flap her wings, and she struck the turkey next her, so that THAT turkey woke up and began to gobble and flap HER wings. Then the next turkey on the limb woke up. And the first thing that Fatty c.o.o.n knew, every one of the thirty-nine turkeys that were left was going gobble-gob-gob-gob-gobble! And some of them went sailing off across the yard. One of them lighted on top of the porch just outside Farmer Green"s window and it seemed to Fatty that that one made the greatest racket of all.
Farmer Green"s window flew up; and Farmer Green"s voice called "Spot!
Spot!"
Fatty c.o.o.n did not wait to hear anything more. He dropped the turkey he had seized and slipped down to the ground. And then he ran toward the woods as fast as he could go.
Farmer Green"s dog Spot was barking now. And Fatty wanted to climb one of the trees by the roadside. But he remembered, the narrow escape he had had when the dog had treed him near the cornfield. So he never stopped until he reached the woods. Then he went nimbly up into the trees. And while Spot was barking at the foot of the first tree he climbed, Fatty was travelling through the tree-tops toward home.
He never said anything to his mother about Farmer Green"s turkeys. But the next time he saw Jasper Jay Fatty told him exactly what he thought of him.
"Ha! ha!" Jasper Jay only laughed. And he did not seem at all surprised that Fatty had fallen into trouble. To tell the truth, he was only sorry because Fatty had escaped. Jasper Jay did not like Fatty c.o.o.n. And he had told him about the forty fat turkeys because he hoped that Fatty would get caught if he tried to steal one of them.
"Wait till I catch you!" Fatty said.
But Jasper Jay only laughed harder than ever when Fatty said that. He seemed to think it was a great joke. He was most annoying.
XIII
FATTY MEETS JIMMY RABBIT
For once Fatty c.o.o.n was not hungry. He had eaten so much of Farmer Green"s corn that he felt as if he could not swallow another mouthful.
He was strolling homewards through the woods when someone called to him.
It was Jimmy Rabbit.
"Where are you going, Fatty?" Jimmy Rabbit asked.
"Home!" said Fatty.
"Are you hungry?" Jimmy Rabbit asked anxiously.
"I should say not!" Fatty answered. "I"ve just had the finest meal I ever ate in my life."
Jimmy Rabbit seemed to be relieved to hear that.
"Come on over and play," he said. "My brother and I are playing barber-shop over in the old sycamore tree; and we need you."
"All right!" said Fatty. It was not often that any of the smaller forest-people were willing to play with him, because generally Fatty couldn"t help getting hungry and then he usually tried to eat his playmates. "What do you need me for?" Fatty asked, as he trudged along beside Jimmy Rabbit.
"We need you for the barber"s pole," Jimmy explained. "You can come inside the hollow tree and stick your tail out through a hole. It will make a fine barber"s pole--though the stripes DO run the wrong way, to be sure."
Fatty c.o.o.n was greatly pleased. He looked around at his tail and felt very proud.
"I"ve got a beautiful tail--haven"t I?" he asked.
"Um--yes!" Jimmy Rabbit replied, "though I must say it isn"t one that I would care for myself... But come along! There may be people waiting to get their hair cut."
Sure enough! When they reached the make-believe barber-shop there was a gray squirrel inside, and Jimmy Rabbit"s brother was busily snipping the fur off Mr. Squirrel"s head.
"How much do you charge for a hair-cut?" Fatty asked.
"Oh, that depends!" Jimmy Rabbit said. "Mr. Squirrel will pay us six cabbage leaves. But if we were to cut your hair we"d have to ask more.
We"d want a dozen cabbage leaves, at least."
"Well, don"t I get anything for the use of my tail?" Fatty asked. He had already stuck it out through the hole; and he had half a mind to pull it in again.
Jimmy Rabbit and his brother whispered together for a few moments.
"I"ll tell you what we"ll do," Jimmy said. "If you"ll let us use your tail for the barber"s pole, we"ll cut your hair free. Isn"t that fair enough?"
Fatty c.o.o.n was satisfied. But he insisted that Jimmy begin to cut his hair at once.
"I"m doing my part of the work now," he pointed out. "So there"s no reason why you shouldn"t do yours."
With that Jimmy Rabbit began. He clipped and snipped at Fatty"s head, pausing now and then to see the effect. He smiled once in a while, behind Fatty"s back, because Fatty certainly did look funny with his fur all ragged and uneven.
"Moustache trimmed?" Jimmy Rabbit asked, when he had finished with Fatty"s head.
"Certainly--of course!" Fatty c.o.o.n answered. And pretty soon Fatty"s long white moustache lay on the floor of the barber-shop. Fatty felt a bit uneasy as he looked down and saw his beautiful moustache lying at his feet. "You haven"t cut it too short, I hope," he said.
"No, indeed!" Jimmy Rabbit a.s.sured him. "It"s the very latest style."
"What on earth has happened to you?" Mrs. c.o.o.n cried,--when Fatty reached home that night. "Have you been in a fire?"
"It"s the latest style, Mother," Fatty told her. "At least, that"s what Jimmy Rabbit says." He felt the least bit uneasy again.
"Did you let that Jimmy Rabbit do that to you?" Mrs. c.o.o.n asked.
Fatty hung his head. He said nothing at all. But his mother knew.
"Well! you ARE a sight!" she exclaimed. "It will be months before you look like my child again. I shall be ashamed to go anywhere with you."
Fatty c.o.o.n felt very foolish. And there was just one thing that kept him from crying. And THAT was THIS: he made up his mind that when he played barber-shop with Jimmy Rabbit again he would get even with him.
But when the next day came, Fatty couldn"t find Jimmy Rabbit and his brother anywhere. They kept out of sight. But they had told all the other forest-people about the trick they had played on Fatty c.o.o.n. And everywhere Fatty went he heard nothing but hoots and jeers and laughs.
He felt very silly. And he wished that he might meet Jimmy Rabbit and his brother.