Major Monkey seemed surprised when Jasper Jay told him that there wasn"t a bird family in the whole valley that felt it could spare a single egg.
"Of course," said Jasper, "n.o.body cares how many Cowbirds" eggs you eat. The Cowbirds are pests. They are too lazy to build nests of their own. And no respectable bird family likes to have a loutish young Cowbird to bring up with their own children. But you have gone too far. You have been stealing eggs right and left. And the time has come for us to put a stop to your thieving."
A number of Jasper Jay"s bird neighbors had gathered around him and Major Monkey while they talked. And they all spoke up and said in good, loud tones that Major Monkey was a villain--and worse.
Anyone might think that for once the Major would have acted the least bit ashamed. But he did not. He had not even the grace to say that he was sorry for making a few "mistakes."
Instead, he stuck his red cap on one side of his head and began dancing something that might have been a jig if it had been faster.
His actions made all the birds very angry. And some of them exclaimed that there was no reason to make merry, so far as they could see.
Major Monkey promptly stopped dancing and looked grieved.
"Perhaps you would dance, too, if you had just had a good meal of eggs," he remarked.
A shriek went up from his listeners. And old Mr. Crow exclaimed loudly: "Put him out! Put Major Monkey out!"
But n.o.body made a move. And Major Monkey turned to Mr. Crow and said:
"What"s wrong? Have I said something I shouldn"t?"
"Said!" the old gentleman echoed. "You"ve not only _said_ a terrible thing; you"ve _done_ a still worse one! For you"ve just been stealing eggs again--and you can"t deny it."
A great clamor arose all at once.
"Hear! Hear!" Mr. Crow"s friends cried.
And Major Monkey had hard work to make himself heard.
"Whose eggs do you think I"ve been eating?" he asked Mr. Crow.
Not knowing the exact answer to the question, Mr. Crow pretended not to hear it at all. But he looked so slyly at the Major that the Major himself was not deceived. He winked at Mr. Crow and shied a pebble at him.
"I"ll tell you, old boy!" the Major cried. "I"ve been eating hens"
eggs."
"Hens" eggs!" everybody repeated after him. "Hens" eggs! Where do you get "em?"
"At Farmer Green"s henhouse, of course," the Major answered. "I"ve been going there regularly for some time. I find that the eggs are bigger than any I can find in the woods."
"It"s no wonder he"s getting fat," Jasper Jay murmured as he gazed at Major Monkey.
"You"ll have to stop eating so much," Mr. Crow told the Major solemnly. "Aunt Polly Woodchuck says that the reason you throw so many stones is because you overeat and feel in too high spirits."
Major Monkey looked disgusted when he heard that speech.
"Aunt Polly Fiddlesticks!" he jeered. "She doesn"t know what she"s talking about. Why, the more eggs I eat, the more time I must spend at the henhouse. And while I"m there I can"t throw stones here, can I?"
Everybody had to agree with the Major. At least, everybody but Mr.
Crow remarked that what he said seemed true.
"Now, friends," said Major Monkey at last, "if there have been any eggs missing from your nests lately you can"t blame me."
"Then whom can we blame?" somebody cried.
"I"d hate to say," was Major Monkey"s answer. But since he looked straight at Mr. Crow as he spoke, most of the company could not help thinking that the old gentleman was the thief, after all. And when he flew into a rage they felt quite sure he was guilty.
"We always knew Mr. Crow was an old rascal!" they exclaimed.
And so Mr. Crow took himself off. But he soon recovered his good spirits. He was used to being called names. And to tell the truth, he had taken a few eggs now and then--when he thought no one was watching.
XVIII
Planning a Journey
After they learned that Major Monkey was in the habit of going to Farmer Green"s henhouse for eggs, the wild folk began to have a better opinion of him once more. So long as he didn"t steal birds" eggs they were willing to overlook his stone-throwing--if he didn"t throw too many.
Somehow they never seemed to think of Farmer Green"s loss. Or if they did, no doubt they thought that he had so many eggs that he wouldn"t mind losing a few now and then.
So it happened that Major Monkey found everybody most agreeable--except old Mr. Crow, who never felt the same toward him again.
But Major Monkey did not let Mr. Crow"s gruffness trouble him. He had so many other cronies that he frequently remarked that he had never spent a pleasanter summer.
"I"ve decided"--he told Jolly Robin one day, when he stopped in the orchard to eat an apple--"I"ve decided to stay right here in Pleasant Valley for the rest of my life."
"My gracious!" Jolly Robin exclaimed. "Then you don"t mind cold weather."
Major Monkey asked him what he meant. And it surprised him to learn that all winter long deep snow lay upon the ground, and cold winds blew, and fierce storms often raged.
Though it was a hot summer"s day, Major Monkey shivered at the mere mention of such things. And he pulled his red cap further down upon his head.
"If that"s the case," he said, "I certainly don"t want to spend the winters here.... I don"t see how you manage to live through them."
Jolly Robin laughed merrily. "Bless you!" he cried. "I don"t stay here the year "round. As soon as it begins to grow chilly I go South, where it"s warm."
Now, Major Monkey looked worried when he heard about the bitter winters in Pleasant Valley. His queer face had screwed itself into even more wrinkles than it usually wore. But as soon as Jolly Robin spoke of going to a warmer place, the Major brightened at once.
"I"m going South too!" he cried. "And if you"ve no objection we"ll travel together."
Jolly Robin said that nothing would please him more.
"I shall be glad to go with you--if my wife doesn"t object," he a.s.sured the Major.
"Oh! She won"t mind," said Major Monkey. "She can go with us. We"ll make up a party.... She"ll be lucky to go anywhere with such a famous traveller as I am."