VI
Too Many Disputes
On the whole, Mr. Crow"s party would have been a great success if it hadn"t been for Peter Mink and Tommy Fox.
As soon as Major Monkey showed himself, after throwing the apple at Mr. Crow, those two began whispering slyly together. And when the Major climbed a tree and hung from a limb by his tail they both jumped up and said to Mr. Crow:
"We saw Major Monkey before you ever did!"
Mr. Crow promptly flew into a rage.
"You did not!" he squalled.
"Yes, we did!" they declared. "We told people several days ago that we had seen a stranger hanging by his tail; and n.o.body believed us because you said it wasn"t possible. You said n.o.body but a "possum could do that, and that no "possum ever came as far north as Pleasant Valley."
Old Mr. Crow was very angry. Although he knew that Tommy and Peter were speaking the truth, he did not care to hear it. Certainly there was no use of _his_ denying what they said. But an idea popped into his head.
"Which of you saw the Major first?" he asked.
"I did!" they both bawled at the same time. And then followed a terrible dispute: _"You didn"t! I did! I did! You didn"t!"_
Now, that was exactly what Mr. Crow wanted. He had started Peter Mink and Tommy Fox to quarreling. "They"ll never agree," Mr. Crow cried.
"Let"s ask Major Monkey to settle the dispute! Let"s leave it to him!"
And turning to his friend, the Major, Mr. Crow said: "Which of these two sharp-nosed rascals did you see first?"
Major Monkey took a bite out of his apple while he looked closely at Peter Mink and Tommy Fox.
"I never saw either of them until I came to this party," he declared.
"And then I saw both at the same time, because they were whispering together."
"There!" Mr. Crow shouted to the whole company. "You hear what my old friend the Major says?"
Tommy Fox and Peter Mink stopped quarreling.
"You didn"t ask the Major the proper question!" they objected. "We never said _he_ saw _us_ at all! We said----"
But Mr. Crow waved them aside.
"If you aren"t too hungry," he muttered to Major Monkey, "I"d suggest that you let fly with that red apple."
The Major was only too willing. With deadly aim he flung the apple at Peter Mink and Tommy Fox. First it hit Peter on the nose, and then it bounced off and struck Tommy on _his_ nose.
And then the party came to an end in an awful uproar. For Peter and Tommy were very angry. Those that could fly flew away in a great hurry. And those that could run scampered quickly out of sight. As for the soldier, Major Monkey, he climbed a tree and hung by his tail from a limb, where he swung backwards and forwards and made faces at Tommy Fox and Peter Mink until their rage was terrible to see.
Mr. Crow did not desert his friend the Major. He remained in a tree near-by, to watch the fun. And there"s no telling how long it would have lasted had not Major Monkey pulled himself suddenly up on a limb and laid a hand across the front of his red coat. There was a look of pain upon his face.
"What"s the matter?" Mr. Crow asked him. "Are you wounded?" he inquired. Knowing that the Major was a soldier, he could think of nothing but a wound that would make him act as he did.
"I--I"m not sure," Major Monkey replied. "It may be that I"ve eaten too many apples."
VII
The Major Has a Pain
The party had come to an end; n.o.body was left except old Mr. Crow and his friend Major Monkey.
Mr. Crow himself was fast growing sleepy, for it was almost dark. And he wanted to fly home and go to bed. But he hardly felt that he ought to leave just then.
There was no doubt that the Major was in great pain. He kept one hand pressed against the lowest b.u.t.ton of his short red coat. His cap was awry. And his wrinkled face showed a careworn and anxious look.
"How many apples have you eaten to-day?" Mr. Crow asked his friend.
"I haven"t the slightest idea," the Major answered. "After I had finished two dozen I lost count."
"My goodness!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "It"s no wonder you"re ill....
We"ll hurry over to the pasture and see Aunt Polly Woodchuck, the herb doctor. _She"ll_ know what to do for you."
Major Monkey was more than willing. So they set out at once. The Major travelled through the tree-tops where he could, while Mr. Crow flew slowly, alighting now and then to wait for his friend to overtake him.
In a little while they came to the pasture. And Major Monkey was glad to find Aunt Polly at home.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Aunt Polly Woodchuck Offered Him an Apple]
She was a wise old lady. She knew right away, without being told, that it was Major Monkey--and not Mr. Crow--that was ill.
"You"re in pain," she remarked to the Major. "I knew it the moment I set eyes on you."
Major Monkey moaned faintly.
"I hope you"ll give me something to make me feel better," he wailed.
"I will," Aunt Polly Woodchuck promised. And putting her hand inside a basket that she carried on her arm, she drew forth a red apple.
"Here!" she said, "eat this!"
Major Monkey drew back.
"No!" he groaned. "I don"t want any more apples. I"ve had too many already."
Aunt Polly Woodchuck shot a triumphant look at Mr. Crow.
"I thought so," she said. And she dropped the red apple back into her basket. "Now," she went on, turning again to the Major, "I should like to ask whether you"re fond of corn."