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Smith" name="MARCREL.ill" /> -<meta content="2013-08-11" scheme="DCTERMS.W3CDTF" name="DCTERMS.created" /> -<meta content="width=device-width" name="viewport" /> -<meta content="EpubMaker 0.3.20a7 by Marcello Perathoner <webmaster@gutenberg.org>" name="generator" /> -</head> -<body> -<div class="document" id="the-tale-of-reddy-woodpecker"> -<h1 class="center document-title level-1 pfirst title"><span class="x-large">THE TALE OF REDDY WOODPECKER</span></h1> - -<!-- this is the default PG-RST stylesheet --> -<!-- figure and image styles for non-image formats --> -<!-- default transition --> -<!-- default attribution --> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="clearpage"> -</div> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="align-None container language-en pgheader" id="pg-header" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the </span><a class="reference internal" href="#project-gutenberg-license">Project Gutenberg License</a><span> -included with this eBook or online at -</span><a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/license">http://www.gutenberg.org/license</a><span>.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: The Tale of Reddy Woodpecker -<br /> -<br />Author: Arthur Scott Bailey -<br /> -<br />Release Date: August 11, 2013 [EBook #43447] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>THE TALE OF REDDY WOODPECKER</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container frontispiece"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 59%" id="figure-46"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Reddy Woodpecker Meets Mr. Flicker. *The Tale of Reddy Woodpecker*. *Frontispiece*—(*Page* 22)" src="images/img-front.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Reddy Woodpecker Meets Mr. Flicker. </span><em class="italics">The Tale of Reddy Woodpecker</em><span class="italics">. </span><em class="italics">Frontispiece</em><span class="italics">—(</span><em class="italics">Page</em><span class="italics"> </span><a class="italics reference internal" href="#id1">22</a><span class="italics">)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container titlepage"> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics medium">TUCK-ME-IN TALES</em></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">(Trademark Registered)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="x-large">THE TALE OF -<br />REDDY WOODPECKER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY -<br />ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">Author of -<br />"SLEEPY-TIME TALES" -<br />(Trademark Registered) -<br />and -<br />"SLUMBER-TOWN TALES" -<br />(Trademark Registered)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">ILLUSTRATED BY -<br />HARRY L. SMITH</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">NEW YORK -<br />GROSSET & DUNLAP -<br />PUBLISHERS</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">Made in the United States of America</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container verso"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY -<br />GROSSET & DUNLAP</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">CONTENTS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"><span>I </span><a class="reference internal" href="#mrs-robin-s-news">Mrs. Robin's News</a><span> -<br />II </span><a class="reference internal" href="#getting-acquainted">Getting Acquainted</a><span> -<br />III </span><a class="reference internal" href="#morning-tattoos">Morning Tattoos</a><span> -<br />IV </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-high-hole">The High-Hole</a><span> -<br />V </span><a class="reference internal" href="#too-much-cousin">Too Much Cousin</a><span> -<br />VI </span><a class="reference internal" href="#mr-flicker-s-plans">Mr. Flicker's Plans</a><span> -<br />VII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-two-neighbors">The Two Neighbors</a><span> -<br />VIII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#an-early-call">An Early Call</a><span> -<br />IX </span><a class="reference internal" href="#mrs-robin-worries">Mrs. Robin Worries</a><span> -<br />X </span><a class="reference internal" href="#obeying-orders">Obeying Orders</a><span> -<br />XI </span><a class="reference internal" href="#a-very-short-fight">A Very Short Fight</a><span> -<br />XII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#jolly-robin-s-helper">Jolly Robin's Helper</a><span> -<br />XIII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-carpenter">The Carpenter</a><span> -<br />XIV </span><a class="reference internal" href="#mr-crow-s-questions">Mr. Crow's Questions</a><span> -<br />XV </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-redcaps">The Redcaps</a><span> -<br />XVI </span><a class="reference internal" href="#a-sly-trick">A Sly Trick</a><span> -<br />XVII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#a-hunting-party">A Hunting Party</a><span> -<br />XVIII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#a-big-appetite">A Big Appetite</a><span> -<br />XIX </span><a class="reference internal" href="#who-was-greedy">Who Was Greedy?</a><span> -<br />XX </span><a class="reference internal" href="#catching-flies">Catching Flies</a><span> -<br />XXI </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-odd-mr-frog">The Odd Mr. Frog</a><span> -<br />XXII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#dodging-danger">Dodging Danger</a><span> -<br />XXIII </span><a class="reference internal" href="#beechnuts">Beechnuts</a><span> -<br />XXIV </span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-winter-s-store">The Winter's Store</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="mrs-robin-s-news"><span class="bold x-large">THE TALE OF -<br />REDDY WOODPECKER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">I</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">MRS. ROBIN'S NEWS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>If you had been in Farmer Green's -door-yard on a certain day in May you would -have heard an unusual twittering and -chirping and squawking.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, there was a reason for all this -chatter. Jolly Robin's wife had seen a -handsome stranger in the orchard. And -she had hurried away to spread the news -among her friends.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's a dashing person, very elegantly -dressed," Mrs. Robin told everybody.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>That remark did not seem to please the -good lady's husband. For Jolly Robin -turned up his nose—or his bill—slightly, -and he said to his wife, "The question is: -What are his manners like?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Robin admitted that the stranger's -manners were not all that one might wish.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He was somewhat noisy," she explained. -"And I fear he may be quarrelsome. -But his clothes certainly were -beautiful."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jasper Jay, who was something of a -dandy, wanted to know exactly what the -stranger wore. He said he doubted that -the newcomer was as fashionable as -Mrs. Robin supposed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't tell you much about his suit," -Mrs. Robin went on, "except that it was -new and stylish. What I noticed specially -was his cap. It was a big one and it was -a brilliant red."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jasper Jay sniffed when he heard that.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"They're not wearing red caps this -season," he declared. He flew off then, to -find his cousin Mr. Crow and tell him the -news. For he hoped that Mr. Crow would -give the stranger a disagreeable greeting. -Jasper Jay did not like other birds to be -more gayly dressed than he.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>While all the feathered folk in the -neighborhood were wondering who the -stranger could be old Mr. Crow came -winging over from the edge of the woods.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where is he?" he squalled. "Let me -have one look at this new arrival! I think -I know who he is."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A little later Mr. Crow had his look, -over in the orchard. Then he came back -and alighted in the tall grass behind the -farmhouse.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's a Red-headed Woodpecker," Mr. Crow -announced with a wise tilt of his -own head. "There hasn't been one of his -kind in Pleasant Valley for years and -years.... It's a pity," he added, "that -this one has stopped here."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The old gentleman's words threw little -Mrs. Chippy into a flutter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Is he a dangerous person?" she quavered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I believe so," said Mr. Crow darkly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Does he eat eggs?" Mrs. Chippy -faltered. "And nestlings?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>For a moment or two old Mr. Crow -couldn't make up his mind whether he -ought to get angry or not. Eating eggs -and young birds was a subject he liked to -avoid. He was aware that his neighbors -knew he was a rascal. But he was a -quick-witted old fellow. Suddenly he saw how -the presence of this stranger might help him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes!" he told Mrs. Chippy. "This -Woodpecker family all eat eggs and -nestlings. And if you people miss any of -your treasures, later, you'll know who -took them."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At that little Mr. Chippy nodded his -chestnut-crowned head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"If it isn't you," he remarked to -Mr. Crow, "then it will be the stranger."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Not at all! Not at all!" the old -gentleman squawked. "You'll be safe in -thinking the newcomer guilty." Then he -turned his back on Mr. Chippy, as if that -small, shrinking chap weren't worth -noticing. And favoring Mrs. Chippy -with what he thought was a pleasant -smile, Mr. Crow said to her, "You mustn't -let this Red-head know where your nest -is. No doubt you have eggs in it already."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, I have!" she twittered proudly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I certainly hope Red-head won't steal -them," said Mr. Crow. "It would be a -shame if you lost your beautiful eggs.... -Where is your nest, Mrs. Chippy?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't tell him!" peeped Mr. Chippy -to his wife. "He wants to eat our eggs -himself."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As for Mr. Crow, he gave a hoarse cry -of rage, before he flapped himself away.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="getting-acquainted"><span class="bold large">II</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">GETTING ACQUAINTED</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>"I don't believe—" said Mrs. Jolly Robin -after old Mr. Crow had flown off in a rage—"I -don't believe this Mr. Woodpecker -can be such a bad person as Mr. Crow -thinks. He certainly wears very stylish -clothes and a very handsome red cap."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Clothes—" said little Mr. Chippy -severely—"clothes don't tell whether their -wearer has a taste for eggs. Now, I wear -a red cap. To be sure, it isn't as bright, -perhaps, nor as big, as Mr. Woodpecker's. -But it's a red cap, all the same. And -everybody knows that </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> don't eat eggs. -Everybody knows I'm no nest robber."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You don't look like one!" cried a -strange voice which made everybody -jump. It was the newcomer, Mr. Woodpecker, -himself! Unnoticed he had flown -up. And now he perched on a limb nearby. -"You don't look any more like a nest -robber than I do," he told Mr. Chippy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The whole company stared at him; and -then stared at little Mr. Chippy. There -was a vast difference between them. -Mr. Chippy was a tiny, meek person, while -Mr. Woodpecker was as bold as brass. -Mr. Chippy was modestly dressed; and -his cap, though it was reddish, was of a -dull hue. But the newcomer wore a flashy -suit of dark steel blue and white; and his -cap was both very big and very red. -Mr. Chippy was a shy body who said little; -and when he did speak it was usually only -to utter a faint </span><em class="italics">chip, chip, chip, chip</em><span>. -But Mr. Woodpecker was very talkative. -When he spoke you didn't have to strain -your ears to hear what he said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Woodpecker gave a quick glance -all about and cried, "How-dy do!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Good morning, Mr. Woodpecker!" -the birds greeted him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't call me 'Mister!'" he said. -"My name is Reddy—Reddy -Woodpecker." Then he turned to little, -shrinking Mr. Chippy and his wife. "I can see -that you're worried about your eggs," he -remarked. "I suppose your nest is -hidden not far away."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. and Mrs. Chippy looked most -uncomfortable. They didn't quite dare -speak to such a grand person as Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where's your nest?" Reddy asked -them bluntly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">Chip, chip, chip, chip!</em><span>" said Mr. Chippy. -"</span><em class="italics">Chip, chip, chip, chip!</em><span>" said -his wife.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What sort of answer is that to a civil -question?" Reddy Woodpecker blustered. -"Here I've just made your acquaintance. -And I've asked you to call me by my first -name. And you won't even tell me where -you live!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. and Mrs. Chippy didn't know what -to say. It was lucky for them that -Mr. Catbird came to their rescue.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't bully these good people!" Mr. Catbird -cried, as he settled himself right -in front of Reddy Woodpecker. "If you -had heard what old Mr. Crow said about -you, just before you arrived, you'd -understand why Mr. and Mrs. Chippy don't -care to tell you where their nest is."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy glared at Mr. Catbird.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Old Mr. Crow? Who's he?" Reddy -demanded. "I haven't made his -acquaintance. I'm sure he can't know -anything about me."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ah! Perhaps not!" Mr. Catbird -answered. "But he knows what sort of -family yours is. He has met others like you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy sniffed. "I never saw a Crow -that wasn't a rascally blackguard," he -snapped. "There never was a Crow that -wasn't a nest robber."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">Chip, chip, chip, chip!</em><span>" Mr. Chippy -interrupted.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's he saying?" Reddy Woodpecker -asked Mr. Catbird.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He says he agrees with you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then he has more sense than I -thought," Reddy observed. "And if -Mr. Crow spoke ill of me I hope Mr. Chippy -has enough sense not to believe him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">Chip, chip, chip, chip!</em><span>"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's he saying now?" Reddy -Woodpecker demanded of Mr. Catbird.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He says he agrees with Mr. Crow," -Mr. Catbird explained very pleasantly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then he hasn't any sense at all!" cried -Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The whole company couldn't help -giggling when he said that. And Reddy -Woodpecker promptly lost his temper.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I've planned to spend the summer -here," he said. "It's too late now to move -on. But I can understand at last why -none of my family has visited this -neighborhood for many years. It's a pleasant -enough place. But the neighbors aren't -my sort at all."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">Chip, chip, chip, chip!</em><span>" piped Mr. Chippy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He says he agrees with you," Mr. Catbird -told Reddy Woodpecker. And then -he added, "Meaow!" And he gave himself -a jerk and spread his tail, all of which -told Reddy Woodpecker plainly that -Mr. Catbird had a very poor opinion of him.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="morning-tattoos"><span class="bold large">III</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">MORNING TATTOOS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>In the spring Reddy Woodpecker liked to drum.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He never felt that a pleasant day was -rightly begun unless he played a tattoo -early in the morning. So upon his -arrival in Pleasant Valley he began -promptly to look about for a good drumming place.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It wasn't long before he discovered a -strip of tin nailed upon the roof of -Farmer Green's barn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ah!" cried Reddy the moment he -spied this treasure. "Just what I need!" And -settling himself down upon it he -hammered out a long, rolling tattoo with -his strong bill.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It mattered not to him that Farmer -Green's family was sound asleep. He -didn't care whether he disturbed anybody. -He liked to hear his own drumming; and -he intended to drum.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This is the finest drumming place I've -ever had!" Reddy Woodpecker cried -aloud. "I don't care if the neighbors are -disagreeable to me. I'm glad I came here -to spend the summer."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So he made good use of that bit of tin -with which Farmer Green had mended -the roof of the barn. Each morning (if -it wasn't raining) he flew to the barn to -beat his tattoo. And he began to speak of -"My tin," and "My roof"—and even of -"My barn!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then, one morning, Reddy was a bit -lazy. He was late about his morning -drumming. And before he had left the -orchard where he had decided to live he -heard a sound that gave him a great start. -From the direction of the barn came a -rolling beat which filled him with dismay.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Who's that drumming?" he -exclaimed. "It can't be myself, because -I'm here in the orchard." Then all at -once he became terribly angry. "It's -somebody else!" he muttered. "Somebody -has stolen my drumming place—my -piece of tin—my roof—my barn!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He flung himself off the old, dead apple -tree where he had been looking for grubs -for his breakfast and flew straight -towards the rolling sound which still beat -upon the air.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was just as he had feared. A stranger -sat upon the strip of tin pounding away -with his bill as if it were his duty to waken -everybody in Pleasant Valley. He wasn't -as handsomely dressed as Reddy Woodpecker. -He wore a brown and gray and -black suit, with a patch of white low down -upon his back and a splash of red on the -back of his head. From each side of his -bill reached a black mustache. This -mustache gave the strange drummer a -brigandish air which made Reddy -Woodpecker think twice before he spoke to him. -But Reddy was so angry that he just had -to say something.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hop away from there!" he cried.</span></p> -<p class="pnext" id="id1"><span>The stranger stopped drumming and -looked up with a smile. He said only one -word. It was "Why?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Because," said Reddy Woodpecker, -"that bit of tin belongs to me."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Does it?" asked the other. "I thought -it belonged to Farmer Green."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker noticed that the -stranger was bigger than he was. And -that fact, as well as the fierce mustache, -made him hesitate again. He wanted to -call the stranger a name. But he didn't -quite dare.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then the stranger spoke again. He -spoke very agreeably, too.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What use do you make of this tin?" -he inquired.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I drum on it," Reddy replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh!" said the gentleman with the -mustache. "Why didn't you say so -before?" And he bowed and scraped in -a most polite fashion. "I resign!" he -cried. In another moment he was gone.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker hastened to beat -his morning tattoo upon the tin. And -while he was drumming he noticed a Barn -Swallow watching him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Who was that chap that just left?" he asked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't you know him?" Mr. Barn -Swallow exclaimed. "That's Mr. Flicker."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Huh!" Reddy Woodpecker grunted. -"I don't think much of his drumming."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You ought to," remarked Mr. Barn Swallow.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why?" Reddy inquired.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Because he's a distant cousin of -yours," Mr. Barn Swallow explained. -"He belongs to the Woodpecker family."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-high-hole"><span class="bold large">IV</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE HIGH-HOLE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Woodpecker lost no time in -making friends with his cousin Mr. Flicker. -Reddy knew well enough that most of the -birds in the neighborhood wished he -hadn't come there to live. So he thought -it wise to be pleasant and polite to -Mr. Flicker. There was no knowing when he -might need one friend among so many -enemies. He even let Mr. Flicker drum -upon the strip of tin upon the roof of the -barn. But secretly Reddy thought him -a queer chap.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There's one thing that's very odd -about you," Reddy said to Mr. Flicker -one day. "If you're a Woodpecker, why -don't you peck wood? I've noticed that -you spend most of your time on the -ground—when you're not drumming -upon my tin."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker laughed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh!" he said lightly, "we Flickers -have found an easier way to get a living -than by drilling wood with our bills to -find grubs. We eat ants," he explained. -"And that's why you see me on the -ground so much, because that's where the -ants live." At the moment Mr. Flicker -was on the ground, while Reddy clung to -the trunk of a tree near him. And just to -prove the truth of his statement -Mr. Flicker made a quick jab into the turf -with his bill. He pulled his bill out at -once, giving Reddy Woodpecker a glimpse -of an ant before he swallowed it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker stared at him in -amazement. "Where's your home?" he -asked Mr. Flicker. "Is your home on the -ground?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Bless you, no!" cried Mr. Flicker. -"I'm no ground bird. My wife and I -have a fine hole in an old apple tree in -the orchard."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker had to approve of -that, anyhow. So he nodded his red-capped head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're sensible in one way, at least," -he remarked. "That's the way to live, if -only you build high enough, out of harm's way."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker grinned at him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's plain that you don't know we -Flickers are sometimes called High-holes," -he said, "because of the way we nest."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ah! So you have two names, eh?" -Reddy Woodpecker exclaimed, as he -speared a grub with his tongue and drew -it out from under a bit of bark. "I -should think you'd find that confusing. -I should think you'd forget who you were, -sometimes."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh! It's easy when you get used to -it," Mr. Flicker replied. He paused to -capture another ant. And then he added, -"I have more than just two names. I -have one hundred and twenty-four in all."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My goodness!" cried Reddy. He was -so astonished that he missed a stab at a -fine grub that was right under his nose. -"My goodness! Has your wife as many -names as that?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes!" said Mr. Flicker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"And your children?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker nodded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Sakes alive!" Reddy exclaimed. -"How do you ever feed them all?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker gave a long, rolling, curious laugh.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"We feed the children under only one -name," he explained, "although I must -confess it sometimes seems to me that -each of them eats enough for one -hundred and twenty-four youngsters."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I know how that is," said Reddy -Woodpecker. "My home is in a tree in -the orchard, too. And I'm raising a -family of four myself."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="too-much-cousin"><span class="bold large">V</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">TOO MUCH COUSIN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Woodpecker wished that he hadn't -been so pleasant to his cousin -Mr. Flicker. It was all well enough for -Mr. Flicker to drum upon Reddy's bit of tin -on the roof of the barn so long as he -drummed late in the morning. But when -he drummed early, as he sometimes did, it -usually happened that Reddy had to wait -before he could begin his own morning -tattoo.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And Reddy Woodpecker didn't like -that at all. In fact it seemed to him that -Mr. Flicker had quite forgotten his -manners. For if he happened to reach the -barn first he never stopped drumming -until he had all but drummed his head off. -At least, that was the way it seemed to -Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At such times Reddy did everything he -could think of—short of actually fighting—to -make Mr. Flicker stop. He made a -sound like a tree toad, </span><em class="italics">ktr-rr, kttr-r-r</em><span>. He -tapped on the shingles with his bill. He -flew right over Mr. Flicker's head. But -it seemed as if Mr. Flicker simply -couldn't take a hint.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't like to order him to hop -away," thought Reddy. "He's my -cousin. Besides, he's bigger than I am; -and he does look terribly fierce with that -black mustache."'</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Though he may have </span><em class="italics">looked</em><span> fierce, -Mr. Flicker always </span><em class="italics">acted</em><span> in the most pleasant -manner possible. And when he finished -his drumming he never failed to ask -Reddy Woodpecker how he liked it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was a hard question for Reddy to -answer, because he didn't care in the least -for Mr. Flicker's tattoos. He thought his -own were far better. Sometimes Reddy -pretended not to hear his cousin's -question, but started drumming at once. -Sometimes he said, "I believe that's an -improvement over yesterday's tattoo." And -at last he exclaimed one morning, -"You ought to join the Woodchuck brothers!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker was a great person to ask, -"Why?" He asked it now.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Because," Reddy told him, "the -Woodchuck brothers are famous whistlers. -And they need somebody to drum -for them while they whistle. I've often -heard them chirping away by themselves -over in the pasture. And as you must -know, there's no music that sounds better -than drumming, with a little shrill -whistling to go with it—unless it's a little -whistling, with a plenty of loud drumming."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker's favorite word "Why" -sprang to his bill again. "Why," he -inquired, "do you not drum for the -Woodchuck brothers yourself?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker shook his head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I want to practice more, before I join -a troupe," he said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There!" Mr. Flicker exclaimed. "I -like to hear people talk that way. That -shows that you don't think you're the best -drummer in Pleasant Valley."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't, eh?" said Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No, you don't!" said Mr. Flicker. -And it was plain that </span><em class="italics">he</em><span> didn't think so, -either. But before Reddy could make up -his mind to quarrel with his cousin -Mr. Flicker asked him another question—not -"Why?" but "Where?" "Where—" -said Mr. Flicker earnestly—"where can -one find these Woodchuck brothers?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"One can find them in the pasture, -unless they're in the clover patch. Just now -they are probably in the pasture, for it's -a bit early in the season for clover."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"The pasture!" repeated Mr. Flicker. -"Ah! There must be ant hills in the pasture."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hundreds of them!" said Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then I'll go to see the Woodchuck -brothers at once," Mr. Flicker decided. -So he flew off.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="mr-flicker-s-plans"><span class="bold large">VI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">MR. FLICKER'S PLANS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>In a little while Mr. Flicker returned -from his trip to the pasture to see the -Woodchuck brothers. Hurrying into the -orchard he called to Reddy Woodpecker, -"They're thinking it over."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"They'll want you to drum for them," -Reddy assured him. "There's no doubt -that the Woodchuck brothers will accept -your offer.... Why don't you move up -to the pasture at once? You'd find it -handy, living in the Woodchucks' door-yard."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't do that," said Mr. Flicker. -"You forget my family."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Move them too!" Reddy urged him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But Mr. Flicker shook his head. "I -don't believe my wife would be willing," -he replied. "Besides, there's that piece -of tin on the roof of the barn. Would you -advise me to move that?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!" Reddy cried hastily. "Don't -move the tin! In fact, Mr. Flicker, I -shouldn't move at all, if I were you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But Mr. Flicker had liked the plan of -moving to the pasture to live. He had -found great quantities of ants there. And -to Reddy's dismay he insisted that he -should move and take the strip of tin with -him. That is to say, he intended to move -as soon as his wife gave him permission.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was no wonder Reddy wished he had -never put such an idea into his cousin -Mr. Flicker's head. He had hoped to get rid -only of Mr. Flicker and his drumming. -He had never dreamed that Mr. Flicker -would want to take the precious bit of tin -with him when he went.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Shortly afterward Mr. Flicker reported -that it was just as he had thought. -Mrs. Flicker wouldn't listen to moving -just then. But later, after the children -learned to fly, and could feed themselves, -she would have no objection to the change -of residence.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker cocked an eye -toward the roof of the barn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That tin—" he said—"you can't take -it with you when you move. It belongs to -Farmer Green."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh!" Mr. Flicker exclaimed. "I -thought it belonged to you. And I knew -</span><em class="italics">you</em><span> wouldn't object to your cousin's </span><em class="italics">borrowing</em><span> -it for the rest of the season—now would you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But Reddy Woodpecker wasn't going -to answer any dangerous questions. "The -tin is Farmer Green's," he declared.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It seemed as if Mr. Flicker were full -of alarming thoughts.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I wish," he said, "we'd have a cyclone -that would rip that tin off the barn and -carry it up to the pasture."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, my goodness!" cried Reddy -Woodpecker. And he worried dreadfully -all the rest of that day. There's no -knowing when he would have stopped fretting -had Mr. Flicker not made a certain report -to him the following morning.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"The Woodchuck brothers don't want -me to drum for them," he announced.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then you aren't going to move!" cried Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!" Mr. Flicker replied. "And I -don't intend there shall be any cyclone, -either."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So at last Reddy Woodpecker felt better.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-two-neighbors"><span class="bold large">VII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE TWO NEIGHBORS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>While Reddy Woodpecker and his -cousin were getting acquainted their -wives became quite friendly. Living as -they did, each in an old apple tree at the -lower end of the orchard, they often met. -And since their doorways were almost -opposite each other Mrs. Woodpecker and -Mrs. Flicker didn't even have to leave -their homes to enjoy a neighborly chat.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>If one of them had something specially -interesting to say, all she had to do was to -stick her head out of the hole in the trunk -of her tree and call. And if the other -happened to be at home it was never more -than a second before her head popped -forth from her doorway. It was all very -simple and most convenient.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Everything was pleasant until one -day something happened. Something -changed the friendly feelings between the -two ladies. When Reddy Woodpecker -peered out of his doorway one morning -Mrs. Flicker called to him, "Good morning, -my dear!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was so surprised he didn't know -what to say.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But Mrs. Woodpecker knew what to -say. It chanced that she was clinging to -a limb above their home, so screened by -some leaves that Mrs. Flicker couldn't -see her. She quickly made known her -presence. And she said so much that -Mrs. Flicker soon withdrew her head. -She hadn't answered Mrs. Woodpecker. -Indeed she had had no opportunity; for -Mrs. Woodpecker talked fast and furiously.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's no wonder she hides!" Mrs. Woodpecker -spluttered. "I'd like to -know what she means by calling my -husband her 'dear!'"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, Reddy Woodpecker felt just as -uncomfortable as Mrs. Flicker must have -felt. But he didn't hide. He didn't dare -to hide.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What had you said to her?" Mrs. Woodpecker demanded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Honestly," Reddy replied, "I hadn't -said a word. I had just stuck my head -out. And the first thing I knew Mrs. Flicker -called to me. You heard what she said."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I certainly did!" was his wife's grim -response. "It was a very queer way for -her to speak to you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It was nothing—" Reddy assured -her—"nothing at all. She made a mistake."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"She certainly did!" cried Mrs. Woodpecker. -"She didn't know I was right -here where I could hear her. She should -have been more careful. That's where -she made a serious blunder."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, my goodness!" said Reddy. "I -didn't mean that. It wasn't that sort of -mistake. It was this sort: Mrs. Flicker——"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't mention her name to me again!" -shrilled Mrs. Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, how can I talk about her, -then?" Reddy asked his wife.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"If you feel that you </span><em class="italics">must</em><span> talk about -her," said Mrs. Woodpecker, "call her 'she.'"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right! She made this mistake: -She thought she was talking to you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Woodpecker laughed bitterly at that.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You'll have hard work making me -believe it," she told her husband.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, you ask her if it isn't the truth," -Reddy urged.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I will!" his wife promised. "Don't -worry! I'll ask her.... And now," she -added, "you'd better go and find some -breakfast for the children. We can get -along without any early tattoo this morning."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He went.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="an-early-call"><span class="bold large">VIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">AN EARLY CALL</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Mrs. Woodpecker flew to her neighbor -Mrs. Flicker's tree and rapped, </span><em class="italics">tap-tap-tap-tap</em><span>. -She didn't rap gently, either. -She was not in a gentle mood. She -intended to find out why Mrs. Flicker had -called to Reddy Woodpecker, "Good -morning, my dear!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Flicker promptly stuck her head -out of her door.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My husband is not at home," she said. -And then she vanished.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, the very idea! What a remark -to make to me!" cried Mrs. Woodpecker. -"As if I'd call on a gentleman!" Being -angrier than ever, she rapped harder than -before.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Again Mrs. Flicker peered out. Again -she spoke.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Did you wish to leave a message, -Mr. Woodpecker?" she inquired.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm not Mr. Woodpecker! I'm -Mrs. Woodpecker!" shrieked the caller.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh! Oh! Oh! My! My! My!" exclaimed -Mrs. Flicker, who was greatly -astonished. "I beg your pardon! Excuse -me! It's my mistake."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It certainly isn't mine," said -Mrs. Reddy Woodpecker. "It seems to me -you're making a good many mistakes this -morning, madam."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Flicker looked very unhappy. She -wasn't used to being called 'madam.' She -could see that Mrs. Woodpecker was -furious. She wanted to be friends with -Mrs. Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You and Mr. Woodpecker look very -much alike," Mrs. Flicker said to her -angry caller. "When one of you peeps out -of your house it's hard to tell who's who. -Just now when I came to my doorway I -could see only your head. And I thought -it was your husband. When I spoke to -your husband a few minutes ago I thought -it was you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Woodpecker stared at her -neighbor for a few moments. Somehow she -thought Mrs. Flicker must be telling the truth.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's your red caps, I think," Mrs. Flicker -went on. "They make you look like twins."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Dear me!" said Mrs. Woodpecker. -"I hadn't thought of that. What can we -do?" Her anger had suddenly left her.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My husband and I have things nicely -arranged," Mrs. Flicker told her caller.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Now, you never have mistaken him for -me, have you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Nor me for him?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Do you know the reason?" Mrs. Flicker asked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No! No! I can't say I do," replied -Mrs. Woodpecker eagerly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well," said Mrs. Flicker, "my -husband wears a black mustache.... And -of course I don't," she added.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's it!" cried Mrs. Woodpecker. -"I hadn't realized it. But it's so. And -I must tell my husband to wear a mustache. -It's the only safe way to avoid -trouble. Then people can tell us apart."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then Mrs. Woodpecker hurried away -to speak to her husband. She was -surprised that he didn't take kindly to her -suggestion.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't want to wear a mustache," he -objected.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"But you </span><em class="italics">must</em><span>!" she insisted.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why don't </span><em class="italics">you</em><span> wear one?" he inquired. -"It would do just as well."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't be silly!" she snapped. "Ladies -never wear mustaches."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, they do," he replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No, they don't!" she disputed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, he saw at once that it was useless -to argue with her.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Come with me a moment, my dear!" -Reddy begged her.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>She thought he was going somewhere -to get a mustache. So of course she -hurried after him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker stopped beside -Farmer Green's barn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There!" he said, as he waved a wing -towards a great poster that was pasted -upon the side of the barn. "Do you see -that lady? She has a mustache—and a -beard, too!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was just as he said. Mrs. Woodpecker -couldn't help admitting that, to -herself. And though she didn't speak to -Reddy the rest of that day, he was satisfied. -For she didn't mention mustaches -to him again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It was lucky for me," he thought, -"that the circus came to these parts this -summer."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="mrs-robin-worries"><span class="bold large">IX</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">MRS. ROBIN WORRIES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Though the Flickers welcomed Reddy -Woodpecker when he came to live in -Pleasant Valley there was hardly another -bird family that wasn't sorry to see him -settle there. Among all the feathered folk -on Farmer Green's place the Robin -family was perhaps the sorriest. They had a -nest of eggs in the orchard, in a crotch -of an old apple tree. And it was on just -such trees that Reddy Woodpecker spent -a great deal of his time, hunting for grubs.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jolly Robin himself might not have -paid much heed to Reddy. But Mrs. Robin -was a great worrier. Often she -worried over nothing at all. And now -that she had had a few talks with timid -little Mrs. Chippy about the newcomer, -Reddy Woodpecker, Mrs. Robin firmly -believed that he had come to the farm -expressly to rob her of her four -greenish-blue eggs. After each talk with -Mrs. Chippy Mrs. Robin came home all a-flutter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"We'll have to watch sharp!" she said -to Jolly Robin again and again. "This -Woodpecker person is a rascal. It's a -pity we built here in the orchard. We'd -have been safer on top of one of the posts -under Farmer Green's porch."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I mentioned that very place," Jolly -reminded her. "But you were afraid of -Miss Kitty Cat."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Not a day passed without some such -words between them. Jolly did what he -could to calm his wife's fears. He stayed -near home all the time, when often he -would have liked to fly across the meadow -to chat with friends who lived on the edge -of the woods.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker never started to -rap on a tree but Mrs. Robin set up a loud -twitter, begging Jolly to hurry back to -the nest.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was wonderfully patient with her. -Yet he couldn't help hoping, secretly, for -the day when his family should be grown -up and able to look out for themselves.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But if Mrs. Robin was anxious about -her eggs her worry was nothing compared -with what it became when the nestlings -broke through their shells.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This is the finest family in the whole -valley," she confided to her husband. "I -know that terrible Woodpecker person -will steal these children if he can."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>If the youngsters didn't peep for food -their mother feared they were ill. If they -did peep she feared Reddy Woodpecker -would hear them. "He's such a dangerous -person!" she would exclaim. "I wonder -if he ever eats anything except eggs -and nestlings."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, indeed!" Jolly assured her again -and again. "He eats grubs, which he -finds on the trees. And he eats insects, -which he catches in the air."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Thank goodness!" Mrs. Robin murmured. -But her relief was short-lived. -For she happened to meet little -Mrs. Chippy one day and learned another bit -of distressing news about Reddy Woodpecker. -"He's a fruit eater!" Mrs. Robin -told Jolly. "And you know we've been -depending on the raspberries for our children."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A few days later she came home in a -dreadful state of mind.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I went to take a look at the raspberry -patch," she explained to her good -husband. "I knew the berries would soon be -ripe. In fact I've had my eye on one that -was almost ready to be picked. And what -do you think? Eight before my own eyes -that ruffianly Reddy Woodpecker picked -it and ate it himself!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't worry about that!" said Jolly Robin.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But Mrs. Robin insisted on worrying; -nothing he said could stop her.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Reddy Woodpecker is taking the food -out of our children's mouths!" she wailed. -"You'll have to drive him away from the -raspberry patch! You'll have to fight him!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, Jolly Robin hardly thought that -he was a match for Reddy Woodpecker. -So when his wife gave him those orders -he began to worry, himself.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="obeying-orders"><span class="bold large">X</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">OBEYING ORDERS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Jolly Robin's worrying wife wouldn't -give him a moment's peace.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You'd better get along over to the -raspberry patch," she kept telling him. -"If you don't hurry that terrible Reddy -Woodpecker will eat every berry. He'll -snatch each one as it ripens and we shall -not have any to feed our children."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, Jolly Robin didn't care to have -any trouble with Reddy Woodpecker. -But he soon saw that if he avoided Reddy -he would only have trouble with Mrs. Robin. -So at last he said, "Very well! -I'll attend to him, my love." And off he -flew, looking much braver than he felt. -You'd have thought, to see him, that he -longed to find Reddy Woodpecker. Really -he hoped that he wouldn't find Reddy anywhere.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Much to Jolly Robin's dismay he met -Reddy Woodpecker among the raspberry -bushes. Jolly jumped when he saw that -dashing newcomer. But it was too late -to dodge out of sight. Reddy Woodpecker -saw him. So Jolly Robin made up his -mind to put on a bold front. Sitting on -a fence post that overlooked the raspberry -patch he stared hard at Reddy Woodpecker. -He thought perhaps he could -frighten him away.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He might as well have stared at the -barn door. To his great distress Reddy -Woodpecker picked a berry and flew to -a near-by post, where he sat and ate the -fruit with relish. When he had finished -the dainty he pretended to notice Jolly -Robin for the first time and he bowed and -scraped in the politest fashion.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Still Jolly Robin did not utter a word. -Nor did he return any of Reddy's bows. -But he began to feel himself swelling; he -began to feel his feathers ruffle up. And -he knew then that he must speak soon or -burst. For there was no doubt that he -was growing angry. So presently he cried:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Was that raspberry ripe?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes," replied Reddy Woodpecker, -"and very juicy."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, Jolly Robin hadn't meant to ask -any such question as that. He had meant -to make some cutting remark. But he -was so in the habit of being pleasant to -everybody that it was very hard for him -to be disagreeable.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A-ahem!" he said. "Pardon me, sir! -Did—did you know that my wife and I -have been expecting to pick these -raspberries for our children?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But he might as well have said nothing -at all. For Reddy Woodpecker only -laughed and exclaimed, "You're a joker, -aren't you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No, I'm not," Jolly replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, you are," said Reddy Woodpecker. -"You can't fool me. I know well -enough that you don't intend to bring -your children up on berries. I've seen -you pulling angleworms for them too -many times." Then Reddy dropped off -his post and clung to a bush while he -picked another berry that seemed redder -than the rest.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well," Jolly thought, "I've talked to -him anyhow. At least I can tell my wife -that." So he left Reddy to enjoy the fruit -and sailed away to his home.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're back very quickly," Mrs. Robin -remarked when she saw him. -"Didn't you find that Woodpecker person?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, yes! I found him," Jolly explained. -"I found him and I talked with him, too."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Robin cast a sharp glance at her husband.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where is he now?" she inquired.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's eating raspberries in the berry -patch," Jolly told her. "When I talked -with him I said——"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You </span><em class="italics">said</em><span>!" Mrs. Robin interrupted. -"You </span><em class="italics">said</em><span>! The question is, what did you -</span><em class="italics">do</em><span>? If you didn't fight him you must go -back and do your duty."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>There was nothing he could do except -obey her. So, feeling very desperate, -Jolly Robin hurried back to the place -where the raspberry bushes grew by the -fence. He gave three loud chirps, to -encourage himself. And then he darted -down and sailed very close to Reddy -Woodpecker's head. He didn't pause an -instant to see what effect this action had -on Reddy Woodpecker, but flew away as -quickly as he could. "I guess I scared -him that time," he muttered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Meanwhile Reddy Woodpecker stared -after him and watched him as he -disappeared among the apple tree tops.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, what do you think of that?" he -said to himself with a grin.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-very-short-fight"><span class="bold large">XI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">A VERY SHORT FIGHT</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Jolly Robin told his wife how he swooped -down over Reddy Woodpecker's head. -And he assured her that he had no doubt -that Mr. Woodpecker would not be seen -among the raspberry bushes again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jolly had felt quite pleased with himself. -His threatened attack on Reddy had -seemed to him to be very daring. So he -was disappointed when his wife did not -praise him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You ought to have stuck that rascal -with your bill," Mrs. Robin complained. -"If he's the sort of person I think he is -he'll pay no heed to your warning."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As usual, Mrs. Robin proved to be -right. That very day she herself beheld -Reddy Woodpecker eating more raspberries. -He had stolen every ripe berry. -Though Mrs. Robin had hoped to find -four (one for each of her nestlings) she -didn't pick even one. They were all too -hard and sour.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's a pity," she said to Jolly. "Everybody -knows now-a-days that children -need fruit. The day is past when you can -bring them up on nothing but angleworms. -You'll have to go back there to the -raspberry patch and fight Reddy. You -can't escape a fight any longer."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, what could he do? What could -Jolly Robin do but obey his wife? He -asked himself that question. And he -could find only one answer. It was -"Nothing!" There was nothing he could -think of that would satisfy Mrs. Robin -except a real battle. So he went forth.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Yes! Jolly Robin went forth very -bravely to find Reddy Woodpecker. He -meant to surprise him. But it was Jolly -who received the surprise.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker attacked first! The -moment he spied Jolly Robin Reddy -hurled himself at him. He skimmed so -near to Jolly's head that that astonished -little fellow ducked and hurried away. -Yes! Jolly Robin retreated. It wasn't -that Reddy Woodpecker was bigger than -he was. To tell the truth, Reddy wasn't -quite so big. But he liked to fight. And -Jolly Robin loved peace.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jolly hid in the midst of a thick hedge -that grew beyond the fence. "Well," he -muttered, "that fight was soon over. -There's no use of telling Mrs. Robin -about it. She would only worry." He -there a long time. He didn't want to -go home. He didn't know what to do. So -he thought and thought; until at last a -happy idea popped into his head. "I'll -get help!" he exclaimed. "I'll get my -friends from the other side of the meadow -to come and help me fight Reddy."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Robin was worrying terribly when -Jolly reached home.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You've been gone a long time," she -complained. "Did you chase that -Woodpecker person out of the valley?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!" said Jolly. "But I expect to -to-morrow."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I thought I told you to fight him -to-day," said his wife somewhat tartly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes! Yes!" he replied hastily. "We -had a set-to—Mr. Woodpecker and I. But -the real fight will take place to-morrow."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm glad to hear you talk that way at -last," she told him. "It's high time -something was done."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="jolly-robin-s-helper"><span class="bold large">XII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">JOLLY ROBIN'S HELPER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>The next morning Jolly Robin told his -wife that she would have to do all the -work of gathering the children's breakfast. -"You know, my love," he explained, -"I have important business to attend to -to-day." And before she had time to -object he left her.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Over near the garden fence he met -three plump Robins who had flown across -the meadow to help him fight Reddy -Woodpecker. And soon the four had -dropped down into the raspberry patch.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker had not arrived. -So, while they were waiting Jolly Robin's -friends helped themselves to berries. -Under the hot sun the fruit had ripened -fast. Finding it both sweet and juicy -they ate of it freely. And Jolly Robin -could think of no reason why he should -not do likewise.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By the time Reddy Woodpecker came, -all the Robins from over the meadow were -feeling so well fed and good-natured that -they were in anything but a fighting mood.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Let that Woodpecker enjoy this fruit -if he likes it," they said to Jolly in an -undertone. "There's more than enough -for everybody. And now," they told him, -"we must go home, because we have to -help our wives feed our children."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Off they flew. And Jolly Robin found -himself alone with Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ahem!" exclaimed Jolly Robin. "It's -a fine morning, isn't it?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Delightful!" said Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It looks as if you and I were going to -have this raspberry patch all to ourselves, -doesn't it?" Jolly continued.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker agreed with him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"We ought to keep others out of it," -said Jolly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Again Reddy Woodpecker was of the -same mind as he.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then this is a bargain!" cried Jolly -Robin. "I'll ask you to guard the place -alone for a few minutes while I go home -and speak to my wife."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker grinned as he -watched Jolly Robin winging his way -homeward.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Humph!" he grunted. "I may as well -let that Robin have a taste of these -berries. I certainly can't eat them all, nor -carry them all home to my family."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jolly Robin found his wife anxiously -awaiting his return.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Have you chased that Woodpecker -person away?" she demanded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No, my love," he replied. "I 've made -other arrangements. Mr. Woodpecker is -working for me now. So of course I don't -want to scare him off the farm. He's -helping me at the raspberry patch. He's -helping me to guard the fruit. In fact I -couldn't have come back to speak to you -now if it wasn't for him. He's watching -the berries for me now."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Nonsense!" cried Mrs. Robin. "If -that Woodpecker person is in the raspberry -patch you may be sure he's eating -berries as fast as he can."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Only a few!" Jolly assured her. -"There's more than enough for our -family and his."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How do you know that?" she demanded. -"Did you count the berries?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!" he replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Go back and count them at once!" she commanded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, my love!" Jolly answered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He really did try to count the berries. -But he soon found it to be an impossible -task. Reddy Woodpecker ate so many -raspberries and carried so many home to -his children that Jolly Robin despaired -of ever settling upon the correct number.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He felt very unhappy over the matter. -And he even asked Reddy Woodpecker -what he ought to do.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, tell your wife there are a -million," Reddy Woodpecker suggested. "If -she doesn't believe you, let her count them -herself!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, I couldn't do that," said Jolly Robin.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, I say there are a million," -Reddy declared. Then he picked and ate -another berry. "Now there are nine -hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine -hundred and ninety-nine," he announced. -"Go home and tell your wife I said so."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Jolly Robin went. He went and told -Mrs. Robin what Reddy Woodpecker had said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>She turned her back on him and -exclaimed, "Fiddlesticks!"</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-carpenter"><span class="bold large">XIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE CARPENTER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>One day Reddy Woodpecker was </span><em class="italics">tap, tap, -tapping</em><span> on a tall poplar that grew beside -the brook. He had discovered a tiny -opening in the bark and he wanted to see what -was at the further end of it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Suddenly a voice called out, "Well, -well, well! What is it?" And a -pale-faced person not unlike Buster -Bumblebee peered out at Reddy Woodpecker. He -was careful to keep safely out of reach of -Reddy's horny tongue. "I hope," said the -dweller in the poplar, "you're not -wanting me to build you a house. I can't work -for you just now. I'm very busy to-day, -making an addition to my own house."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy stared at the speaker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I've already built my house—with my -wife's help," he replied. "Why should -you think I needed your assistance?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Because," said the other, "I'm Whiteface, -the Carpenter Bee. The neighbors -are always pestering me to help them."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then Reddy Woodpecker noticed that -Whiteface was covered with sawdust. -But before he could examine him very -closely the carpenter vanished.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I must have another look at that queer -person," Reddy thought. So he began to -rap once more.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Again the carpenter peeped forth.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"If you're out of work," he said, "I'll -tell you plainly that you can't find it here. -I never employ strangers to work for me, -for I'm </span><em class="italics">very</em><span> particular." Then he was gone.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><em class="italics">Tap, tap, tap</em><span>! This time, when the -carpenter answered Reddy's knocking, he -was most impatient.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Go away!" he cried. "You're shaking -my whole house. I don't like it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Not so fast!" said Reddy Woodpecker. -"I'm only making a friendly -call. You and I are neighbors. But how -am I ever going to get acquainted with -you if you won't stop for a short chat?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't stand here idling my time -away," the carpenter replied. "I'm a -busy bee. Come inside if you want to see -me!" And he disappeared again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>How could Reddy Woodpecker accept -his invitation to enter? The carpenter's -doorway was too small for him. And the -wood was not the sort that Reddy liked -to chisel away with his bill. It wasn't -brittle enough to suit him. So he knocked -again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When the carpenter came rushing back -to his doorway his pale face wore an -anxious look.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh!" he said. "I thought it was a -fire. I thought somebody wanted to tell -me my house was on fire. But it's only -you. What do you want now?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I know you'd like to learn my name," -Reddy Woodpecker began.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just leave your card!" the carpenter -told him. "I'll look at it later when I -have more time."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"When will that be?" Reddy demanded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know," the odd person confessed. -"It seems as if I never would get -my house finished."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then," said Reddy, "there can't be -any use in my leaving my card. Probably -when you found time to look at it you -wouldn't remember who left it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Probably not!" the carpenter admitted. -"Good day, sir!" And he dodged -out of sight.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Still Reddy Woodpecker was not -discouraged. He knocked a fifth time.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What!" exclaimed the carpenter when -he answered Reddy's tapping. "Haven't -you gone yet?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No!" Reddy replied. "I want to say——"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"If you have anything more to tell me, -write me a letter!" said the pale-faced -carpenter. And he set up a sign where Reddy -Woodpecker could see it: "This Is My -Busy Day!" Then he passed from view.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker stayed a long time -at the poplar tree beside the brook. He -knocked and knocked and knocked until -at last his head began to ache. But the -sawdust-covered carpenter never showed -his pale face again.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="mr-crow-s-questions"><span class="bold large">XIV</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">MR. CROW'S QUESTIONS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>If people snubbed Reddy Woodpecker he -never cared. When the members of the -Pleasant Valley Singing Society wouldn't -let him join them he only smiled and said -he intended to form a club of his own.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As soon as the bird neighbors heard of -Reddy's plan they were all very curious -to know more about it. But whenever -anybody asked him questions he had little -to say.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You'll learn all about it later," he told -them. "Please don't bother me now, for -I'm a busy bird. I'm starting my club."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was easy for Reddy Woodpecker to -keep his secrets from such small feathered -folk as little Mr. Chippy. But there -was one that couldn't rest until he found -out what he wanted to know. This was -old Mr. Crow. He shot question after -question at Reddy Woodpecker. At last -Reddy just had to tell him something in -order to gain a little peace. Reddy knew -that Mr. Crow would leave him as soon as -he had picked up a bit of news. The old -gentleman would hurry away to tell it to -everybody in the valley.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's your club going to be named?" Whenever -Mr. Crow talked with Reddy -Woodpecker that was his favorite -question. He asked it so many times and so -loudly that just to get rid of him Reddy -finally told him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm going to call my club 'The Redcaps,'" -he said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Old Mr. Crow didn't tarry an instant -longer. With an eager look in his -snapping black eyes he went flapping off on -his broad wings, far down the valley.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, Mr. Crow was a fast worker. In -an hour's time he had zigzagged back -again, having spread his bit of news far -and wide.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And when he had repeated it to the last -neighbor he could find he hurried to the -orchard to ask Reddy Woodpecker more -questions.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The moment he found Reddy Mr. Crow -began to put one question after another -so fast that you couldn't have told where -one ended and the next one began.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker pretended to be -busier than ever.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't stop now," he told Mr. Crow. -"You'll have to see my secretary."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where is he? Who is he?" Mr. Crow -inquired hoarsely.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't answer those questions," -Reddy replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why not?" demanded Mr. Crow.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Because I haven't a secretary yet," -Reddy explained.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why should you have a secretary?" -Mr. Crow asked him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why shouldn't I?" Reddy retorted. -"I guess, Mr. Crow, you don't know much -about clubs. I guess you don't know that -the president of a club always has a secretary."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Are you president of the Redcaps?" -Mr. Crow cried breathlessly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well—yes, I am!" Reddy admitted. -"I didn't mean to tell you that to-day. -But I can't deny it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow was off like a shot. You'd -have thought he had just spied Farmer -Green with a gun in his hands. His </span><em class="italics">caw, -caw, caw</em><span> told everybody in Pleasant -Valley that he was going somewhere on -important business.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker pulled a fat grub -from its hiding place in the old apple tree. -He could still hear Mr. Crow squawking -when the old gentleman was half a mile -away. And Reddy smiled as he swallowed -the grub.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's better than putting the news in -a newspaper," he said with a chuckle.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-redcaps"><span class="bold large">XV</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE REDCAPS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Woodpecker knew that Mr. Crow -would come back to the orchard to ask him -another question. The old gentleman -simply had to learn more about Reddy's club.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'd like to knew—" said Mr. Crow—"I'd -like to know why you are the president -of The Redcaps."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's easily answered," Reddy replied. -"It's because I wear the biggest -and reddest cap of all the birds in the -neighborhood."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow puzzled over the matter for a time.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't understand what difference -your cap makes," he said at last. "I've -been thinking about joining the club. -And </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> have no red cap."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's true, Mr. Crow," Reddy -agreed. "And that's the reason why you -can't join my club. Nobody that doesn't -wear a red cap can be a member of The -Redcaps."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow looked daggers at him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Humph!" cried the old gentleman. -"I've been thinking about joining the -club. But I've decided not to do it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker smiled at him. -And for some reason Mr. Crow became -angry.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How many members has your club?" -he squawked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"One!" Reddy told him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ha!" the old fellow exclaimed. "You -can't have a club with only one member."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I expect that several of the neighbors -will join The Redcaps to-morrow," said -Reddy Woodpecker. "They 're only -waiting for an invitation."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Let me see," Mr. Crow murmured. -"There's your cousin Mr. Flicker. He -wears a red patch on the back of his head. -But you can't call it a cap."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">I</em><span> call it a cap," Reddy Woodpecker -told him. "Mr. Flicker is going to get an -invitation."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow then muttered something -about </span><em class="italics">cousins</em><span>, and added something more -about </span><em class="italics">birds of a feather flocking together</em><span>. -And then he said, "There's the Downy -Woodpecker and there's the Hairy -Woodpecker—both cousins of yours, too. -They've only what you might call a </span><em class="italics">touch</em><span> -of red on the backs of their necks; but I -suppose——"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes! I'm going to invite them to join -The Redcaps," Reddy interrupted.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow looked terribly upset, though -he claimed it was no more than he had -expected. "That will be about all the -members you will get," he added.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, no!" Reddy exclaimed. "You -forget Mr. Sapsucker. He has a scarlet -crown. I'll want him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Crow swallowed hard a few times -but said nothing.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then there's the Ruby-crowned Kinglet," -Reddy went on. "He's going to have -an invitation. And so is Mr. Kingbird."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Not Mr. Kingbird!" spluttered old -Mr. Crow. "His crown is orange-colored."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's red enough for me," Reddy retorted. -"And of course I'll ask little -Mr. Chippy to join us."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Nonsense!" cried Mr. Crow. "His -cap is only chestnut-colored."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's red enough for me," Reddy -Woodpecker repeated in a firm voice.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My goodness!" Mr. Crow squalled. -"I suppose you'll ask the whole Wood -Thrush family too—and their cousin -Mr. Veery. Their heads are reddish."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No! They're too brown for me," -Reddy Woodpecker decided, to -Mr. Crow's great relief.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What about Buddy Brown Thrasher?" -Mr. Crow inquired. "What about his head?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Too brown!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well," said old Mr. Crow, "I'm glad -to see you have a </span><em class="italics">little</em><span> sense. But on the -whole these Redcaps are going to be a -queer lot."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-sly-trick"><span class="bold large">XVI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">A SLY TRICK</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>This was the truth of the matter: Old -Mr. Crow was jealous because he couldn't -join Reddy Woodpecker's new club, The -Redcaps. For days the old gentleman -could speak of nothing else. He went -grumbling and sneering up and down -Pleasant Valley, stopping to talk with -anybody he happened to see. It must be -confessed that the neighbors found his ill -humor very tiresome.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Meanwhile Reddy Woodpecker's club -grew in numbers daily. It made Mr. Crow -snort when anybody told him that The -Redcaps had another new member.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then all at once Mr. Crow's manner -changed. He became quite sprightly and -even winked an eye and cracked a joke -now and then. His neighbors wondered -what had happened to him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>They soon found out. For Mr. Crow -announced that he had discovered a new -member for Reddy Woodpecker's club. -Strange to say, the old gentleman seemed -to take great pride in helping The Redcaps.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm going to take my find to the meeting -of the club this afternoon," Mr. Crow -told everybody.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"But you're not a member. You can't -go to a meeting," his friends objected.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Can't I?" said Mr. Crow wisely. "The -air is free. I can go anywhere I please."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So that afternoon Mr. Crow flew down -to the lower end of the meadow, where -The Redcaps were gathering. He took a -friend with him, whom he left hidden in -some reeds at the edge of the swamp.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>To Reddy Woodpecker Mr. Crow said, -"You'd like another member, I dare say."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Certainly!" Reddy replied. "The -more the merrier—provided they wear -red caps."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I think," said Mr. Crow, "when you -see the gentleman I have in mind you'll -say he has a red cap."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Bring him up!" Reddy Woodpecker ordered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't. He's shy," Mr. Crow -explained. "But if you'll come with me -you can take a look at him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Reddy Woodpecker followed Mr. Crow -down to the place where the reeds -grew, near the swamp. And there -Mr. Crow pointed out a gentleman who did -indeed appear to be wearing a red cap.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Good!" exclaimed Reddy Woodpecker. -And to the stranger he called, "I -don't know you. But I invite you, sir, to -join The Redcaps."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The stranger answered in a muffled -voice, "I accept."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then Reddy took another—and closer—look -at him. Reddy couldn't help -feeling there was something queer about the -fellow. Half hidden as he was among the -reeds the stranger was not easy to see.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Suddenly Reddy Woodpecker turned -upon Mr. Crow and called him a fraud.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This person hasn't a red cap," Reddy -declared. "I won't have him in my club. -I know him now. He's hiding his head -under his wing. That patch of scarlet -isn't on his head. It's on his shoulder. -He's one of that Red-winged Blackbird -family that lives in the swamp. And his -head is as black as your own, Mr. Crow."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By this time Mr. Crow was dancing up -and down and </span><em class="italics">cawing</em><span> at the top of his lungs.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's a member of The Redcaps!" he -cried with great glee. "You invited him. -And he accepted the invitation."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Very well!" said Reddy Woodpecker. -"But if he belongs to my club he'll have -to keep his head under his wing."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then I resign!" cried the Red-winged Blackbird.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, don't do that!" Mr. Crow begged him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's too late," Reddy told the old -gentleman. "Your friend is a member of The -Redcaps no longer."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-hunting-party"><span class="bold large">XVII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">A HUNTING PARTY</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Cuffy Bear was one of those lucky people -that eat almost everything. He liked -blueberries and he liked honey; he liked maple -sugar and he liked baked beans. When he -was eating he never complained about his -food if only there was enough. Whatever -he had, he wanted a plenty of it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was wandering through the woods -one day when he heard a </span><em class="italics">tap, tap, tapping</em><span> -a little way off. He stopped and listened -and sniffed. And then he said, "Woof! -It isn't a man. Unless I'm mistaken it's -a Woodpecker."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Cuffy Bear turned aside and plunged -through the hushes until he came into a -little clearing. There, working away upon -a dead tree, was Reddy Woodpecker. One -couldn't help seeing his bright red cap.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I say," Cuffy Bear called to him, -"let's go hunting!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy looked around at Cuffy Bear.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hunting!" he echoed. "What sort of hunting?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Let's go hunting for grubs!" said -Cuffy Bear. "I'm very fond of grubs. -And I know you are, too."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, Reddy Woodpecker never had -dreamed that Cuffy Bear would ever -invite so small a person as he was to go -hunting with him. So it was only to be -expected that Reddy should be pleased and -even somewhat flattered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right!" he agreed. "When you're -ready, say the word."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There's no time like the present," -Cuffy declared. And he went on to -explain how they could help each other. -"You can scout around for old stumps -and fallen trees. And when you find one -with plenty of grubs, come right back here -at once and lead me to it. I'll tear it open -so we can get more grubs in a minute than -you can reach in a day by drilling for them -one at a time with your bill. I'll show you -how to gather grubs in quantities. You'll -always want to hunt with me, after you see -the way I find 'em."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker nodded his head to -show that he understood. Then he started -to fly away. But Cuffy Bear called him back.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"One thing more!" he said. "Promise -me that when you find a likely tree or -stump you won't stop to eat any grubs. -You mustn't eat any until I come. It -wouldn't be fair."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker promised. Cuffy -Bear waved a paw at him to hurry him on -his way. And off Reddy flew. He was -back again in a few minutes. "I've found -one," he said. "Follow me!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right!" Cuffy Bear squealed. He -went lumbering through the woods, -trying to keep Reddy Woodpecker in sight. -In a few moments he gave a frantic roar. -"Come back!" he thundered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker returned.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't fly so fast," Cuffy ordered. "I -can't keep up with you. Fly slowly!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I can't fly slowly," Reddy retorted. -"I don't know how."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then go a little way and sit down on a -tree and wait for me," Cuffy directed. -"But don't go out of my sight!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker did exactly as he -was told. And in that manner they soon -came to an old stump which was half -crumbled away. "Ah!" cried Cuffy Bear. -"This looks like a good one.... I'll -show you how to get the grubs." With -a few sweeps of his great paws he quickly -tore the old stump to pieces.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker gasped at the huge -number of lovely fat grubs that Cuffy had -uncovered. He gasped again when he saw -how fast Cuffy Bear ate them. They were -gone in no time.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Licking his chops, Cuffy Bear stepped -back and said, "That's the way to do it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy alighted on what was left of the -old stump. He looked at it closely. And -at last he actually found one grub that -Cuffy Bear hadn't noticed. This Reddy -ate, making a wry face.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's the matter?" Cuffy Bear -inquired. "Isn't it good?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's good enough—what there is of it," -Reddy Woodpecker replied.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-big-appetite"><span class="bold large">XVIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">A BIG APPETITE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>"Come, now!" cried Cuffy Bear to Reddy -Woodpecker. "We've only begun our -hunt. Hurry and find another old, grubby -stump!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Having eaten only one grub, while -Cuffy Bear had bolted dozens, Reddy -Woodpecker was not feeling very happy. -However, he went flying off to search the -woods. And it wasn't long before he -discovered another stump that looked even -more promising than the first one.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then—well! Reddy must have forgotten -his promise that he wouldn't stop to -eat a single grub, but would fly straight -back to the spot where he had left Cuffy -Bear. He clung to the side of the stump -with his odd feet, which were made -expressly for work of that sort. And he -began to drill a hole with his bill. He was -sure there was a grub lurking just beneath -the brittle bark.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><em class="italics">Tap, tap, tap</em><span>! sounded his bill against -the stump. </span><em class="italics">Tap, tap, tap</em><span>!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Before Reddy reached the grub he -heard a great crash in the bushes. He -knew at once that Cuffy Bear had heard -the sound of his drilling and had come -hurrying after him. "I heard you -signaling to me," Cuffy grunted.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He tore that stump open in a twinkling. -Reddy Woodpecker had to stand aside -and look on while Cuffy Bear devoured -every grub in sight. When at last Cuffy -drew back and allowed him to search the -ruin Reddy couldn't find even one grub. -"Come on!" Cuffy urged him. "Let's -get on with our hunting!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>But this time Reddy hung back.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What! Haven't you had enough -grubs?" he asked none too pleasantly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Enough!" Cuffy repeated. "Why, -I'm only beginning to feel hungry. These -few grubs that I've eaten have just stirred -up my appetite."'</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker was astonished.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, if you're hungry, what do you -think of me?" he wanted to know.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And now Cuffy Bear was amazed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You!" he cried. "Haven't you had a -good meal? Didn't you eat a grub off that -first stump we found?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"One grub!" Reddy Woodpecker exclaimed -scornfully. "What's one grub?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I should think," Cuffy Bear answered, -"one grub was a good meal for anybody -of your size."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's not," Reddy declared. He looked -very sullen and glum.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Cuffy Bear was sure that Reddy was -mistaken. He even tried to show Reddy -that he was wrong.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">One</em><span> ought to be a big meal for you," -he insisted. "Why, last week I went out -for my supper one night and I ate only -</span><em class="italics">one</em><span>. And it was all I wanted."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then you had already had a big -dinner," said Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I hadn't had any dinner at all!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker stared at him. He -couldn't believe it. There must be -something queer about that story, somewhere. -At last he asked Cuffy a blunt question.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You say you ate one," he observed. -"One what?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Let me see," said Cuffy Bear. "Let -me think a moment.... Oh, yes! Now -I remember. It was one pig!"</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="who-was-greedy"><span class="bold large">XIX</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">WHO WAS GREEDY?</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Woodpecker was very angry with -Cuffy Bear. He thought that when they -hunted grubs together it was only fair -that they should divide the game. So far -Cuffy had taken all but one. And that -was one that he had overlooked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't believe I'll hunt with you any -more," Reddy Woodpecker told Cuffy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>That news surprised Cuffy Bear. -"Why, what's the matter?" he inquired. -"Haven't we had good luck?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker sniffed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"</span><em class="italics">You</em><span> have had fine luck," he replied. -"But </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> certainly haven't. When you -asked me to hunt grubs with you I -expected we would divide the grubs."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Cuffy Bear shook his head doubtfully.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's not easy to divide a grub," he said. -"That's why I let you have all of that one -that you found a while ago."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You don't understand me," Reddy -went on. "What I mean is this: If we -find two dozen grubs in a stump you -should have one dozen and I should have -one dozen."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I've never hunted in that way before," -Cuffy told him. "But since you insist, -I'm willing to try it. And maybe it would -be only fair if I found the next stump and -let you open it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, this was a much better offer than -Reddy Woodpecker had expected, so he -made haste to accept it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then Cuffy Bear went wandering away -into the woods. He was gone a long time. -But at last he came back and said gruffly, -"Follow me!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>They reached, after a while, a spot -where Cuffy Bear stopped and pointed a -paw towards an old stump.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There it is," he said. "Now you tear it open."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker alighted upon the -stump and clung to it while he drilled into -it with his bill, </span><em class="italics">tap, tap, tap</em><span>!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Meanwhile Cuffy Bear watched him impatiently.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My goodness!" he muttered. "That -fellow is slow. I'll never get another grub -if I wait for him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At last, however, Reddy pulled out a -grub and ate it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My turn next!" growled Cuffy Bear -as Reddy Woodpecker promptly went -after another.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, very soon Reddy thrust his tongue -into another hole that he drilled and drew -out another grub.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's mine!" cried Cuffy Bear.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker tried to let it fall -upon the ground. He did not find it easy -to drop the grub. His horny tongue had -pierced it. And in trying to let go of it he -had a mishap. He swallowed the grub.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Cuffy Bear saw what had -happened he let out a frightful roar.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That was an accident," Reddy -explained over his shoulder.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>To Cuffy Bear's dismay the same -accident happened over and over again. -Finally Cuffy couldn't wait another -moment. With a terrible growl he rushed up -to the stump, while Reddy Woodpecker -slipped out of his way just in time. In -another instant Cuffy had split the old -stump wide open and had his head buried -in it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Here!" cried Reddy Woodpecker. -"How many grubs do you want?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Only about a hundred dozen!" Cuffy -Bear mumbled.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When he heard that, Reddy Woodpecker shrieked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"One hundred dozen would feed my -whole family," he declared. "I shall -never hunt grubs with you again."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's a pity," said Cuffy Bear. "But -won't you join me to-night? I'm going -after different game."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's that?" Reddy asked him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Pigs!" Cuffy replied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He couldn't understand why Reddy -Woodpecker went off without saying another word.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's a queer one," Cuffy muttered. -"I don't care if he doesn't hunt with me. -He's too greedy."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="catching-flies"><span class="bold large">XX</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">CATCHING FLIES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>After his children were grown up Reddy -Woodpecker had plenty of time to wander -about and see all the sights in Pleasant -Valley. He had often heard that one of -the most curious sights was an odd person -known as Ferdinand Frog. So one day -Reddy flew down to Black Creek, where -this nimble gentleman lived.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Unseen by Mr. Frog, Reddy Woodpecker -clung to an old stump that leaned -over the water, as if it wanted to enjoy a -swim but didn't quite dare take the first -plunge. Keeping most of himself hidden, -Reddy peeped around the stump and -watched Ferdinand Frog as he sat on a -flat rock near the bank and caught flies.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Frog was an expert at that sport. -Whenever a fly ventured near enough to -him his long tongue darted out of his wide -mouth so quickly you could hardly see it. -And it darted back again just as fast, -bearing the fly upon the end of it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't see how he spears 'em like -that," thought Reddy Woodpecker, "with -nothing but air behind them." Mr. Frog's -knack was so unusual that at last Reddy -Woodpecker couldn't keep silent any longer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So he called to Mr. Frog, "How do you do——"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm very well, thank you!" cried -Ferdinand Frog instantly. "How are you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker had to explain that -Mr. Frog hadn't understood him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What I was going to ask you," he said, -"was not 'How do you do?' It was 'How -do you do that?'"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That what?" Ferdinand Frog inquired.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How do you spear flies with your -tongue when they're in the air?" Reddy -Woodpecker asked. "I can spear grubs -and things with my tongue when they're -on a tree. And I can catch flies in my -mouth when I'm flying. But I've never -learned your trick."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't spear flies," said Mr. Frog.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Of course Reddy Woodpecker thought -that Mr. Frog had told a </span><em class="italics">whopper</em><span>. Hadn't -he been watching him?</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't spear flies with my tongue," -Ferdinand Frog went on. "My tongue is -sticky. When it touches a fly, he's caught. -It's very simple."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's an elegant way to catch 'em," -Reddy remarked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes," said Mr. Frog; "and that's an -elegant suit you're wearing. Would you -mind if I copied it? You know, I'm the -well known tailor of Pleasant Valley. -And I'm always on the lookout for -something different. Your clothes are -different from any I've ever seen before. I -dare say they'll become quite fashionable -in about ten years."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, Reddy Woodpecker didn't know -whether to be angry or pleased. He had -heard that Mr. Frog was queer. But he -hadn't supposed Mr. Frog could be as -queer as he seemed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You may copy my suit if you wish," -Reddy blurted at last.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Good!" the tailor exclaimed. "Come -with me to my shop and I'll make some notes."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>This was more than Reddy Woodpecker -cared to do. "I won't!" he said flatly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Tut! Tut!" cried Mr. Frog. "You -promised I might copy your suit. You -mustn't break your promise."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm not going inside any shop," Reddy -declared very firmly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Of course not!" said Mr. Frog. "I'll -go inside. </span><em class="italics">You</em><span> can stay outside. And I'll -look you over through the doorway and -jot down what I need."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right!" said Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Mr. Frog leaped ashore and gayly -led the way to his shop near-by.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-odd-mr-frog"><span class="bold large">XXI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE ODD MR. FROG</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Woodpecker stood on the doorstep -of Mr. Frog's shop. And inside the tiny -building Mr. Frog the tailor squatted -cross-legged and scratched upon a flat -stone. Now and then he glanced up to -look closely at Reddy Woodpecker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Colors: red, white and—yes! blue!" -Mr. Frog murmured, blinking his bulging -eyes at Reddy Woodpecker. "It's a little -too blackish for my taste, but it's certainly -blue.... A good suit for the Fourth of -July!" he muttered. "Just the thing for -a clown to wear in a parade of Horribles!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Frog's remarks did not please -Reddy Woodpecker. In fact they made -him very angry. But Mr. Frog didn't -appear to notice that. He went right on -talking to himself.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Red head and black tail!" he said, -scratching upon his stone all the while. -"Black head and red tail would be much -better."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I didn't come here to be abused!" -Reddy Woodpecker spluttered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The tailor paid no heed to Reddy's protest.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Too much stiffening in the tail!" -Mr. Frog mumbled. "Colors too gay for -everyday wear! Too loud for the best -taste!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By this time Reddy Woodpecker had -become so furious that he couldn't speak.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Meanwhile Mr. Frog continued to look -him over calmly, and as his gaze fell at -last upon Reddy's feet he began to titter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This person's feet are all wrong," he -chanted, scratching like mad upon his flat -stone. "Never saw a bird before with toes -like his. The rule for birds is: three toes -in front, one toe in back. This person has -two in front and two in back. I </span><em class="italics">thought</em><span> -there was something queer about him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Look here!" Reddy Woodpecker burst -forth. "I won't stay here any longer. -You're making fun of me. I don't care if -I did promise. If my clothes are so queer -why do you want to copy them?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't </span><em class="italics">want</em><span> to copy them," Mr. Frog -replied. "I'd </span><em class="italics">hate</em><span> to copy them."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Then why did you ask me to stand -here in front of your shop while you wrote -down all this nonsense?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're mistaken," Mr. Frog told him. -"I haven't written a word. I asked you -to come here because you look like a -customer. It's good business to have -customers seen about my shop. I haven't had a -</span><em class="italics">real</em><span> customer this season," he added -somewhat sadly. "So you can't blame me if -I want people to think I have one at -last—now can you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker had no patience with him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I think you're nothing but a fraud," -he declared. "I don't believe you're a -tailor at all."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Dear me!" said Mr. Frog. "Maybe -I'm not. Sometimes I've wondered if I -wasn't fooling myself."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You'd better stick to catching flies," -Reddy advised him. "That's all you're good for."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Perhaps you're right," Mr. Frog replied. -He seemed quite meek and mournful. -But all at once he smiled. "Anyhow," -he remarked, "it's lucky that the -flies stick to me—now isn't it?"</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="dodging-danger"><span class="bold large">XXII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">DODGING DANGER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>Soon after Reddy Woodpecker settled in -Farmer Green's orchard he noticed that -a certain person often followed him. The -stranger wore gray fur and always -flourished a long, bushy tail behind him. He -could climb trees as well as Reddy -Woodpecker himself. And though he couldn't -fly, he was very skillful at leaping from -one tree top into another.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Whenever Reddy Woodpecker happened -to turn around and spy this lurking -stranger the fellow acted as if he hadn't -seen Reddy Woodpecker. He would pretend -to whisk a bit of bark off the tip of -his tail, or arrange his mustache. But the -moment Reddy turned his back upon him -the stranger would creep a little nearer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At last this sly person made a quick -dash at Reddy Woodpecker one day. He -discovered, then, that Reddy was both -wide-awake and spry. For Reddy slipped -off the tree trunk where he had been -clinging and easily escaped the greedy clutches -of the stranger.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It's no wonder that Reddy was angry. -No one would care to have his breakfast -interrupted in such a fashion.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I knew that sneak meant to catch me -if he could," Reddy muttered to himself -as he went on with his breakfast.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A few moments later his cousin Mr. Flicker -settled upon an ant hill below him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Who is that stranger?" Reddy Woodpecker -asked Mr. Flicker.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker glanced at the sly person -who was just dodging behind a limb.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He's no stranger," said Mr. Flicker. -"He has lived here a good deal longer than -you have. That's Frisky Squirrel."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, he's a little too frisky," Reddy -Woodpecker scolded. "He just jumped -at me. He has been trying to catch me -ever since I came to the farm."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Flicker laughed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's a regular trick of his," he -remarked. "He's always jumping off a -fence post at me. But I have no trouble -dodging him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't see why he wants to catch me," -Reddy grumbled. "He can't know—yet—that -I'm fond of nuts. But in the fall, -when the nuts are ripe, I expect I'll make -him almost crazy."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The next time Reddy met his tormentor -he called to him as pleasantly as if there'd -never been any trouble between them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How's this place for nuts?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Fine!" cried Frisky Squirrel. "The -woods beyond the meadow are famous for -their beechnuts."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's good news," said Reddy. "I'm -glad I settled here."'</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frisky gave him a sharp look. "You -don't like beechnuts, do you?" he asked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't I? Oh, don't I?" Reddy cried.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Strange to say Frisky Squirrel knew -the answer to that question.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh! You </span><em class="italics">do</em><span> like them!" he chattered. -"Well, maybe there aren't as many -beechnuts as I thought. Maybe the beechnutting -is poor here. No doubt I'm mistaken -about it. Why don't you go over on the -other side of Blue Mountain to live? -You're </span><em class="italics">sure</em><span> to find plenty of beechnuts -over there next fall."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker laughed heartily. -Frisky Squirrel could not deceive him.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="beechnuts"><span class="bold large">XXIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">BEECHNUTS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>"I'm going to stay right here on this -farm," Reddy Woodpecker declared. "I -like this place."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Perhaps you expect to leave for the -South before the beechnuts are ripe," -Frisky Squirrel suggested hopefully.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Not I!" replied Reddy Woodpecker. -"If I leave, I shall wait until the last -beechnut is eaten. And no doubt I shall -not leave at all. This looks to me like a -good place to spend the winter."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now that Frisky Squirrel knew Reddy -Woodpecker ate beechnuts he was more -determined than ever to catch him. He -had hunted Reddy before. Now he -haunted him. He dogged Reddy -Woodpecker's footsteps. He crept up behind -him and jumped at him a dozen times a day.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Though Frisky didn't know it, he -couldn't have captured Reddy -Woodpecker in a thousand years. Reddy -was too wary to be caught. He always -chuckled after dodging. And he always -called mockingly, "Not this time, young -fellow!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All summer long the chase went on. -Frisky Squirrel seemed to think that if -only he hunted Reddy long enough there -would come a time when he would catch -him napping.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now, every year as fall drew near it was -Frisky's custom to go each day to the -woods, to inspect the beechnuts. He went -very slyly. It was a business of great -importance. Of course he didn't care to -have everybody know what he was doing.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Imagine his annoyance, then, on his -first trip to the beech grove, to hear Reddy -Woodpecker call out to him, "What do -you think of 'em? Will they be ready to -eat soon?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy was high up in a beech tree. And -Frisky Squirrel was so angry that he -could only look up at him and chatter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You haven't answered my questions," -Reddy observed presently. "Perhaps you -aren't a good judge of beechnuts. -Perhaps I'd better ask Jasper Jay."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>That threat made Frisky Squirrel -angrier than ever. He darted up the tree -as fast as he could scramble. If he hadn't -been so angry he would have known how -utterly useless it was to try to catch Reddy -Woodpecker when Reddy was looking -right at him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy calmly moved to another tree. -Frisky Squirrel leaped into the top of it. -Again Reddy moved.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Then Frisky sat up on a limb and -glared at him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't mention these nuts to Jasper -Jay!" he cried. "I've been hoping he'd -forget about them. Eat what you want—if -you must. But for goodness' sake don't -go and tell the whole neighborhood about -them. Just between you and me, these -nuts will be ready to eat as soon as there's -a frost to sweeten them."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're very kind," Reddy Woodpecker -told him. "Very kind indeed!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Well, in about two weeks there was a -frost. When Reddy Woodpecker awoke -one morning the fields were white and a -thin coating of ice covered the -watering-trough in the barnyard.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Some of the birds in Pleasant Valley -had long since left for the South. And -many of those that hadn't announced that -they expected to start for a milder climate -that very evening.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The weather soon grew warmer. And -on the following day Reddy Woodpecker -and Frisky Squirrel met at the beech grove.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"These are good nuts, eh?" called Reddy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"They'd taste sweeter if you weren't -here," Frisky Squirrel mumbled out of a -full mouth.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-winter-s-store"><span class="bold large">XXIV</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THE WINTER'S STORE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>After Frisky Squirrel had enjoyed a -hearty meal of beechnuts he began to -make hurried trips to a hollow tree -nearby. He lived in that tree. It had a fine -big storeroom. And there he carried -beechnuts in his cheeks. Frisky did not -intend to go hungry when winter came.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Meanwhile he watched Reddy Woodpecker -out of the corner of his eye. He -still hoped to catch Reddy unawares. And -at last Frisky saw something that he -hadn't expected to see. It made him stop -short and stare.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He saw Reddy Woodpecker loosen a bit -of bark and hide a beechnut under it. -Soon he beheld Reddy stowing beechnuts -away in a hole in an old stump.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frisky Squirrel was wild with rage.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I told you you might eat as many nuts -as you pleased, if only you wouldn't -mention beechnuts to Jasper Jay. I didn't -say you might hide beechnuts. But I've -caught you hoarding them!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy Woodpecker was not ruffled—not -even a single feather.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm putting away a few nuts," he -admitted. "I expect to spend the winter -here. And of course I shall need -something to eat."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't you dare hide another nut!" -Frisky Squirrel scolded.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're hoarding nuts yourself!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's different," Frisky blustered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All at once a loud, harsh voice squalled -right above their heads. It belonged to -Jasper Jay. "A quarrel!" he bawled. -"A quarrel over beechnuts! I must do -what I can to stop it. I'll gather as many -beechnuts as I can; because when they're -all gone there won't be anything to quarrel about."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Another hoarder!" chattered Frisky.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And Jasper Jay was not the last to -appear. For Johnnie Green soon came -hurrying up with a basket. And Frisky -regarded him with great disfavor.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Another hoarder!" Frisky groaned. -And he began to scold Johnnie. "Go -away!" he cried. "We don't want you -here." To his great disgust Johnnie -Green shied a stone at him and told him -not to be saucy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Jasper Jay jeered loudly at Frisky.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's what you get for being a pig," -he told him. And turning to Reddy -Woodpecker, Jasper added, "You see the -pigs aren't all in the pigsty!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frisky Squirrel pretended that he -didn't hear any of Jasper Jay's remarks. -He set to work again to gather beechnuts -enough to last him all winter and never -once stopped to dash at Reddy -Woodpecker nor even look at him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>That was only the first of many busy -days for Reddy. Having made up his -mind to spend the winter at Farmer -Green's place he hid nuts everywhere.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>No doubt he never could remember all -of his hiding places. But he found enough -of them when winter came. And though -Frisky Squirrel had stowed away all the -nuts he could possibly need, he never could -bear to watch Reddy Woodpecker pull out -a beechnut from beneath a strip of bark.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He said he never did like to see a bird -eat nuts.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span>THE END</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 71%" id="figure-47"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Front end paper - left half" src="images/img-200f-l.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Front end paper - left half</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 70%" id="figure-48"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Front end paper - right half" src="images/img-200f-r.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Front end paper - right half</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 71%" id="figure-49"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Rear end paper - left half" src="images/img-200r-l.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Rear end paper - left half</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 72%" id="figure-50"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Rear end paper - right half" src="images/img-200r-r.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Rear end paper - right half</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span>* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="bold italics large">TUCK-ME-IN TALES</em></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">(Trademark Registered)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY -<br />ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="medium">AUTHOR OF -<br />SLEEPY-TIME TALES -<br />(Trademark Registered)</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"><span>The Tale of Jolly Robin -<br />The Tale of Old Mr. Crow -<br />The Tale of Solomon Owl -<br />The Tale of Jasper Jay -<br />The Tale of Rusty Wren -<br />The Tale of Daddy Longlegs -<br />The Tale of Kiddie Katydid -<br />The Tale of Buster Bumblebee -<br />The Tale of Freddie Firefly -<br />The Tale of Betsy Butterfly -<br />The Tale of Bobby Bobolink -<br />The Tale of Chirpy Cricket -<br />The Tale of Mrs. Ladybug -<br />The Tale of Reddy Woodpecker -<br />The Tale of Grandmother Goose</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 6em"> -</div> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="backmatter"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst" id="pg-end-line"><span>*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>THE TALE OF REDDY WOODPECKER</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="cleardoublepage"> -</div> -<div class="language-en level-2 pgfooter section" id="a-word-from-project-gutenberg" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> -<span id="pg-footer"></span><h2 class="level-2 pfirst section-title title"><span>A Word from Project Gutenberg</span></h2> -<p class="pfirst"><span>We will update this book if we find any errors.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>This book can be found under: </span><a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/43447"><span>http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/43447</span></a></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one -owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and -you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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