The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton W. Burgess
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Thornton W. Burgess >> The Adventures of Unc\' Billy Possum
Reddy was not yet out of bed, but when he heard Sammy Jay at his
door, he tumbled out in a hurry. He didn't stop to get any breakfast,
because he had planned to get all he could eat at the party. So he
hurried over to where the party was to be. Very cautiously he crept
up, and when he was quite sure that no one was about, he crawled into
a hollow log which was open at one end. There he stretched himself out
and made himself as comfortable as he could.
Pretty soon Shadow the Weasel joined Reddy Fox in the hollow log, and
they whispered and chuckled while they waited. They knew that Blacky
the Crow was safely hidden in the top of a tall pine, where he could
see all that went on, and that Sammy Jay was flying about over the
Green Meadows and through the Green Forest, pretending that he was
attending wholly to his own business, but really watching all the
preparations for Peter Rabbit's party. At the foot of a tree, in the
top of which Prickly Porky the Porcupine was eating his breakfast, sat
old Mr. Toad, nodding sleepily. Sammy Jay saw him there but, smart as
Sammy is, he didn't once suspect innocent-looking old Mr. Toad. You
see, he didn't know that old Mr. Toad had overheard all of his plans.
IX
MR. TOAD AND PRICKLY PORKY PUT THEIR HEADS TOGETHER
Slowly Prickly Porky the Porcupine climbed down from the top of the
tall poplar tree where he had been getting his breakfast of tender
young bark. He grunted as he worked his way down, for he had with him
a bundle of bark to take over to Peter Rabbit's surprise party. When
he reached the ground, Prickly Porky shook himself until he rattled
the thousand little spears hidden in his long coat.
"Tee-hee-hee!"
"Who dares to laugh at me?" demanded Pricky Porky, shaking himself
until all the little spears rattled again, and some of them began to
peep out of his long coat.
"No one is laughing at you," replied a voice right behind him.
Prickly Porky turned around. There sat old Mr. Toad. His big mouth was
stretched wide open, and he was laughing all to himself. Something was
tickling old Mr. Toad mightily.
Prickly Porky scowled, and a few more little spears peeped out of his
long coat. You know no one likes to be laughed at, and it certainly
did look as if old Mr. Toad was laughing at him.
Mr. Toad stopped laughing and hopped a step nearer. "It's a joke,"
said he, and slowly winked one eye.
"I don't see any joke," said Prickly Porky, and his voice was very
fretful.
Mr. Toad hopped a step nearer. "Are you going to Peter Rabbit's
party?"
"Of course I am. What a foolish question," replied Prickly Porky.
"To be sure, a very foolish question, a very foolish question,
indeed," assented Mr. Toad. "Do you know that Sammy Jay and Blacky the
Crow and Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel, who have not been invited,
are planning to break up the party and then gobble up all the good
things to eat?" he continued.
Prickly Porky laid down his bundle of tender young bark and stared at
old Mr. Toad, "How do you know?" he demanded.
Old Mr. Toad chuckled deep down in his throat. "I was underneath a
piece of bark on which Sammy Jay was sitting when the plan was made.
Of course he didn't know I was there, and of course I didn't tell
him."
"Of course not," interrupted Prickly Porky, beginning to grin.
"Of course not," continued Mr. Toad, grinning, too. Then he told
Prickly Porky all about the plan he had overheard, how Reddy Fox and
Shadow the Weasel and Blacky the Crow were to hide near Unc' Billy
Possum's hollow tree, and how Sammy Jay was to frighten away everybody
else by pretending that Bowser the Hound was coming.
"Have you told Peter Rabbit?" asked Prickly Porky.
"Not yet, but I'm going to, by and by," replied old Mr. Toad. "But
first, I want you to help me fool Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow and
Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel. Will you?"
"Of course I will if I can, but how can I?" answered Prickly Porky
promptly.
Old Mr. Toad hopped up, and stretching up on tiptoe, whispered in one
of Prickly Porky's ears. Prickly Porky began to smile. Then he began
to chuckle. Finally he laughed until he had to hold his sides.
"Will you do it?" asked Mr. Toad.
Prickly Porky reached for his bundle of tender young bark. "Of course
I will," said he, still chuckling. "Come on, Mr. Toad, it's time we
were going."
X
THE RUNAWAY CABBAGE
Reddy Fox, hiding with Shadow the Weasel in a hollow log near Unc'
Billy Possum's home, nudged Shadow with his elbow.
"I hear some one coming," he whispered.
Shadow peeped out. "It's old Mr. Toad and Prickly Porky," he whispered
back.
Something that sounded very much like a growl sounded way down deep in
the throat of Reddy Fox, for Reddy has no love for Prickly Porky.
"And there comes Jimmy Skunk, with a big-goose egg under each arm!"
continued Shadow, smacking his lips. Reddy Fox wriggled up where he
could peep out, too.
"My goodness! What's that coming down the Lone Little Path?" whispered
Reddy.
Shadow looked. Then he began to laugh, and Reddy began to laugh, too.
But it was laughter that made no sound, for Reddy and Shadow didn't
want any one to know that they were hiding there. It was a funny sight
they were peeping out at. It certainly was a funny sight. Down the
Lone Little Path came Peter Rabbit and his cousin, Juniper the Hare,
rolling a huge cabbage.
Right at the top of a little hill the cabbage got away from them. Down
it started, rolling and bounding along, with Peter Rabbit and Jumper
the Hare frantically trying to catch it. Just ahead was Johnny Chuck
with a big bundle of sweet clover, which he was bringing to Peter
Rabbit's party. He didn't see the big cabbage coming. It knocked his
feet from under him, and down he went with a thump, flat on his back.
Right on top of him fell Jumper the Hare, who was close behind the
runaway cabbage and had no time to turn aside. Over the two of them
fell Peter Rabbit. Such a mix-up!
And the big cabbage kept right on running away. Jimmy Skunk, who never
hurries, heard the noise behind him and turned to see what it all
meant. But he didn't have time to more than blink his eyes before the
runaway cabbage hit him full in the stomach. Down went Jimmy Skunk
with a grunt. One big egg flew over against a tree and broke. Jimmy
landed on the other, and this broke, too.
Such a sight as Jimmy Skunk was! Egg dripped from every part of his
handsome black and white coat. It was in his eyes and all over his
face and dripped from his whiskers. Shadow the Weasel and Reddy Fox,
hiding in the hollow log, laughed until the tears rolled down their
cheeks, though down in the heart of Shadow was bitter disappointment,
for he had planned to steal those very eggs.
Just a little way beyond Jimmy Skunk the runaway cabbage brought up
with a thump against a stump on which sat Striped Chipmunk, with the
pockets in his cheeks filled full of yellow corn. The sudden bump of
the big cabbage made Striped Chipmunk lose his balance, and off he
tumbled, right down on to old Mr. Toad, who had just sat down behind
the stump for a few minutes of rest. It knocked all the wind out of
Mr. Toad, and of course Striped Chipmunk spilled all his corn.
Prickly Porky the Porcupine heard the noise. He looked up to see a
strange thing bounding down the Lone Little Path. Prickly Porky
didn't wait to see what it was. He did just what he always does when
he thinks there may be danger; he rolled himself up with his face
hidden in his waistcoat, and when he did that, the thousand little
spears hidden in his coat stood out until he looked like a giant
chestnut burr.
The runaway cabbage bounced off the stump and hit Prickly Porky. Then
it stopped. Where it had touched Prickly Porky, the sharp little
spears had stuck into it, so that when Peter Rabbit and Jumper the
Hare hurried up, there lay the runaway cabbage, looking for all the
world like a great green pincushion.
XI
REDDY FOX GOES HUNGRY
Like a great green pincushion lay the runaway cabbage of Peter Rabbit
and Jumper the Hare. Every one thought it was the very best joke ever.
Jimmy Skunk had gone off to take a bath and get two more eggs for
Peter Rabbit's party. Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel, peeping out
from the hollow log where they were hiding, could see Jimmy on his way
back with a big goose egg under each arm. Shadow smacked his lips. He
meant to have those eggs himself.
Pretty soon all the little forest and meadow people whom Peter Rabbit
had invited were gathered around the foot of Unc' Billy Possum's
hollow tree, and each had brought something good to eat. My, such a
feast as was spread out there! Now they were waiting for Unc' Billy
Possum, who had gone to meet his family, coming up from "Ol'
Virginny."
Over in the top of a tall pine tree Blacky the Crow was hiding and
chuckling to himself as he watched. Reddy Fox was getting impatient.
He was hungry. He had had no breakfast, and as he lay hiding in the
hollow log, he could peep out and see all the good things, and he
could smell them, too. It seemed as if his stomach would just give him
no peace at all. He wished that Sammy Jay would bring the false
message that Bowser the Hound was coming, so as to frighten all the
rest away.
"I'm nearly starved!" whispered Reddy Fox. "I hope Sammy Jay will
hurry up."
Just then they noticed that Peter Rabbit was very busy. He hopped from
guest to guest and whispered in the ear of each.
"Now I wonder what Peter Rabbit is whispering about," said Reddy.
Suddenly the light at the end of the hollow log disappeared. There was
a queer rattling sound that sent shivers up and down Reddy's backbone.
Prickly Porky the Porcupine had sat down with his back against the end
of the hollow log, and the queer rattling sound was made by the
thousand little spears in his long coat. Reddy Fox and Shadow the
Weasel were in a prison. You see there was no other opening to the
hollow log.
"Never mind," whispered Shadow the Weasel, "he'll go away when Sammy
Jay shouts that Bowser the Hound is coming."
Blacky the Crow, hidden in the top of the tall pine, was also
wondering what Peter was whispering. His sharp eyes watched Peter, and
every time that Peter whispered in the ear of one of the little meadow
or forest people, they would laugh.
Now, Sammy Jay knew nothing about all this. By and by, when he thought
that every one was there, Sammy came flying through the Green Forest,
just as if he knew nothing about Peter Rabbit's party. Now, Sammy,
with all his faults, is one of the best watchmen in the Green Forest.
If there is any danger which his sharp eyes discover, he always
screams at the top of his lungs. So, though he steals and plays tricks
and makes life very uncomfortable for the others, they always stop to
listen when Sammy sounds a warning. Because Sammy knew this he felt
sure of breaking up this party.
As soon as he came in sight of all the little meadow and forest
people, he began to shriek at the top of his lungs.
"Run! run! run! Here comes Bowser the Hound," he shouted.
No one moved, and this puzzled Sammy so that he hardly knew what to
do, but he kept right on shrieking, just as if Bowser was right close
at hand. Still no one moved. Sammy stopped on a tall pine and
pretended to be terribly excited.
"You had better run before Bowser gets here," he shouted.
What do you think happened then? Why, everybody set up a great shout.
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Peter Rabbit.
"Ho! ho! ho!" shouted Johnny Chuck.
"Hee! hee! hee!" giggled Danny Meadow Mouse.
"What time will Bowser get here?" asked Bobby Coon, gravely.
"Tell Bowser that we are all waiting for him," added Jimmy Skunk.
"Is Bowser quite out of breath?" inquired Jerry Muskrat.
"I would like nothing better than to run a race with Bowser the
Hound," said Jumper the Hare, sitting up very straight.
Sammy Jay didn't know what to do or what to say. He was just the most
disgusted looking Jay that ever flew through the Green Forest, and all
the time he wondered and wondered and wondered how it could be that
Peter Rabbit and his friends knew that Bowser the Hound was not in the
Green Forest at all. You see, old Mr. Toad had told Peter all about
Sammy's plan, and this is what Peter had been whispering to the
others.
XII
PRICKLY PORKY MAKES HIMSELF AT HOME
Peter Rabbit's party promised to be a great success. When old Mr.
Toad, who had overheard Sammy Jay's plan, had told Peter Rabbit all
about it, he had also told Peter that Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel
were hiding in an old hollow log close by.
Peter had whispered the news in the ear of each of the little forest
and meadow people and had told them how Prickly Porky was even then
sitting with his back against the opening in the hollow log.
Every one had thought this the best joke ever, for, of course, they
all knew that Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel could not get out past
the thousand little spears hidden in the long coat of Prickly Porky.
Prickly Porky settled himself very comfortably and began to tell
stories about his home, way up in the North Woods. Every few minutes
he would rattle the thousand little spears in his coat, and though no
one could see Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel inside the hollow log,
every one could guess just how little shivers were running up and down
the backbones of the two little scamps held prisoners there.
Prickly Porky told how in the cold, cold winter the snow piled up and
piled up in his far northern home, until nearly all the forest folk
who lived there had to make a long journey into the South, or else
went into warm, snug hollows in the trees or caves in the rocks and
slept the long winter through, just as Johnny Chuck does. He told how
the Indians came through the great forest on big webbed shoes, that
kept them from sinking into the snow, and hunted for Lightfoot the
Deer, and how they never bothered Prickly Porky, but always treated
him with the greatest respect. He told so many, many interesting
things about the great North Woods, that all the little meadow people
and forest folk gathered close around to listen, but every few
minutes, while he was talking, he would shake his thousand little
spears, and then every one would smile.
Inside the hollow log Reddy Fox was getting stiff and sore, because,
you know, he didn't have room enough to even turn over. Worse still,
he was so hungry that he could cry. You see, he had crept in there
very early in the morning without any breakfast, because he had
planned that when Sammy Jay should break up Peter Rabbit's party, he
would steal all the good things he wanted. Now, he could smell them,
and hear the others talking about the feast they were going to have,
and he knew that not so much as a tiny, tiny crumb would be left for
him, when Prickly Porky should choose to let him out.
Shadow the Weasel felt just as uncomfortable as Reddy Fox, and Shadow
is very short-tempered. Every time Reddy moved and squeezed Shadow,
Shadow would snap at him. Now, of course, they could hear everything
that was said outside, and the things that were said were not pleasant
to listen to. Bobby Coon and Billy Mink and Johnny Chuck and Little
Joe Otter and Jimmy Skunk told about all the mean things and all the
sharp tricks that Reddy Fox and Shadow had done. It made the two
little prisoners so angry that they ground their teeth, but every time
they made the least little movement, Prickly Porky would shake his
thousand little spears and settle himself still more firmly against
the opening in the hollow log. He certainly was enjoying himself. It
tickled him almost to pieces to think how easily he had trapped smart
Reddy Fox, the boaster.
So they waited all the long day for the coming of Unc' Billy Possum's
family, and when at last they did arrive, there was the merriest
surprise party ever seen. Only Sammy Jay, Blacky the Crow, Reddy Fox
and Shadow the Weasel were unhappy, and of course no one cared for
that.
XIII
UNC' BILLY POSSUM GROWS HUNGRY
Unc' Billy Possum spent the very coldest days of winter curled up in
his warm, snug home in the big hollow tree in the Green Forest. Unc'
Billy didn't like the cold weather. Sometimes he would stick his head
out of his doorway and then, as he heard rough Brother North Wind
whooping through the Green Forest, he would turn right around and go
back to his bed for another nap. And all the time he would be saying:
"Way down Souf de sun am shinin'--
Yas, Sah, dat am so!
Fo' dat lan' mah heart am pinin'--
Yas, Sah, dat am so!
"De mocking-bird he sings all day,
De alligators am at play,
De flowers dey am bloomin' fair,
And mah heart aches to be down there--
Yas, Sah, dat am so!"
Now Unc' Billy had prepared for the winter by getting just as fat as
he knew how. He was so fat that he could hardly waddle when Jack Frost
first came to the Green Forest. You see he knew that if he was very,
very fat he wouldn't have to worry about getting anything to eat, not
for a long time, anyway. So when the ice and snow came, and Unc' Billy
decided that it was more comfortable indoors than outdoors, he was
almost as fat as Johnny Chuck was when he went to sleep for the long
winter.
Now Johnny Chuck just slept and slept and slept, without waking once
the whole winter long. But Unc' Billy Possum couldn't sleep like that.
He had to stick his head out every little while to see how the world
was getting along without him. When the sun was bright and the air was
not too cold, Unc' Billy would sometimes climb down from his hollow
tree and walk about a little on the snow. But he didn't enjoy it much.
It made his feet cold, and then he didn't like the tracks he made. He
scowled at them, for he knew well enough that if Farmer Brown's boy
should happen along, he would know right away who had made those
tracks, and then he would hunt for Unc' Billy's home in the hollow
tree. So Unc' Billy didn't go out very much, and very seldom indeed
when the snow was soft.
It seemed to Unc' Billy Possum as if the winter never, never would go.
He was beginning to grow thin now, and of course he was getting
hungry. He began to think about it, and the more he thought about it,
the hungrier he grew. One morning he stuck his head out of his
doorway, and whom should he see trotting along below but Jimmy Skunk.
Jimmy looked fat and comfortable and as if he did not mind the cold
weather at all.
"Good mo'ning, Jimmy Skunk," said Unc' Billy.
Jimmy Skunk looked up. "Hello, Unc' Billy!" he exclaimed. "I haven't
seen you for a long time!"
"Whar yo' been, Jimmy Skunk?" asked Unc' Billy.
Jimmy winked one eye. "Getting my breakfast of nice fresh eggs," he
replied.
Unc' Billy Possum's mouth began to water. "Did yo' leave any?" he
anxiously inquired.
Jimmy Skunk allowed that he did, and Unc' Billy gave a long sigh, as
he watched Jimmy Skunk amble off up the Lone Little Path. Unc' Billy
couldn't sleep any more now. No, Sir, he couldn't sleep a wink. All he
could do was to think how hungry he was. He would shut his eyes, and
then it seemed as if he could see right into Farmer Brown's hen-house,
and there were eggs, eggs, eggs, everywhere. Finally Unc' Billy made
up his mind.
"Ah'm going up there the very first dark night!" said he.
XIV
OLD MRS. POSSUM GROWS WORRIED
Old Mrs. Possum counted her babies to be sure that they all were
tucked snug and warm in their bed in the old hollow tree in the Green
Forest. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." They were
all there. Mrs. Possum looked at them with a great deal of pride and
sighed as she thought of how soon they would be leaving the old hollow
tree to see the great world and make homes for themselves. Just as
soon as the beautiful spring came, they would one by one slip away.
Mrs. Possum sighed again. She didn't like winter. No, Sir, she didn't
like winter one bit. But when she thought of how her babies would
leave her, she almost wished that spring never would come.
Sure that her babies were warm and comfortable, old Mrs. Possum went
to the door and looked out. It was plain to be seen that Mrs. Possum
was worried. That was the tenth time she had looked out in half an
hour. Her sharp little old face looked sharper than ever. It always
looks sharper when she is worried, just as the tongues of some people
always grow sharper when they are worried.
"Ah don' see what can be keepin' mah ol' man! Ah'm plumb worried to
death," muttered old Mrs. Possum.
Right that very minute she heard a noise outside that made her hurry
to the door and thrust her head out once more. It was Sammy Jay,
shrieking:
"Thief! Thief! Thief!" at the top of his lungs.
"He's a thief himself and just a low-down mischief-maker, for all his
smart clo'es, but he knows a powerful lot about what is going on in
the Green Forest, and perhaps he has seen mah ol' man," said old Mrs.
Possum, as she tried to make her sharp face as pleasant as possible.
She looked over at Sammy Jay, who was in the next tree, and smiled,
and when she smiled she showed all her sharp teeth.
"Good mo'ning, Brer Jay," said she.
"Hello!" exclaimed Sammy Jay, not at all politely. "Where's Uncle
Billy Possum?"
Old Mrs. Possum shook her head, and the worried look came back into
her face, although she tried hard, oh, so hard, not to let it.
"He done go out fo' a walk," replied old Mrs. Possum. "Ah reckons
yo'all just got up, or yo' would have met up with him somewhere."
Old Mrs. Possum said this just to try to make Sammy Jay talk, for
Sammy is very quick-tempered, and quick-tempered people often say a
lot more than they mean to. You see, Mrs. Possum was quite sure that
if Sammy Jay knew how worried she was over Unc' Billy Possum, he would
refuse to tell her whether or not he had seen Unc' Billy, for Sammy
Jay is mean and loves to torment others.
Sammy's temper flared up right away. "I've been up ever since sun-up!"
he sputtered. "Your old man isn't anywhere in the Green Forest, unless
he's gone to sleep in some other hollow tree, and I wouldn't blame him
a bit if he had! No, Sir, I wouldn't blame him the least bit!"
"Keep your temper, Brer Jay!
Keep your temper, do, Oh pray!"
said old Mrs. Possum, grinning in the most aggravating way as she
turned back to her babies. She had found out what she wanted to
know--Sammy Jay had seen nothing of Unc' Billy Possum. Old Mrs. Possum
sat down with her head in her hands. She was more worried than ever.
XV
THE FOOLISHNESS OF UNC' BILLY POSSUM
If Unc' Billy Possum hadn't happened to look out of his doorway in the
big hollow tree in the Green Forest, or if Jimmy Skunk hadn't happened
to come along just that very minute, or if Unc' Billy hadn't asked
Jimmy where he had been, or if Jimmy hadn't mentioned nice fresh eggs,
Unc' Billy wouldn't have been foolish, and old Mrs. Possum wouldn't
have been worried. But all those things did happen.
After Jimmy Skunk had mentioned his fine breakfast of fresh eggs, Unc'
Billy Possum couldn't think of anything else. He knew well enough
where Jimmy had found those eggs. Yes, indeed, Unc' Billy knew all
about it. He could shut his eyes and just see the inside of Farmer
Brown's hen-house with the rows of hens and roosters sitting on the
roosts at one end, their heads tucked under their wings. He could see
the rows of nests and the beautiful brown eggs in them. Jimmy Skunk
couldn't climb, and so he could have gotten only the eggs in the lower
nests. Now if he, Unc' Billy, had been there, he could have climbed to
the very topmost nest and--but what was the use of thinking about it?
He hadn't been there, and he couldn't go now, because it was daylight.
All the rest of the day Unc' Billy tried to sleep, but when he did
sleep he dreamed about eggs, nice, fresh, delicious eggs, and when he
was awake he though about eggs. It made him more and more uneasy and
fidgety. Old Mrs. Possum couldn't stand it.
"What all am the matter with yo'?" she snapped. "Ah do wish yo' would
keep still a minute!"
Unc' Billy muttered something, but all that Mrs. Possum could hear was
"eggs."
"Now don't yo'all get to thinking of such foolishness as eggs," she
commanded. "It isn't safe to be snooping around Farmer Brown's
hen-house when there's snow on the ground. Yo' just fo'get all about
eggs! Do yo' hear what Ah say?"
Unc' Billy nodded that he did. But just the same he couldn't think of
anything else. He knew that old Mrs. Possum was right, and that it
wasn't safe to go fooling around Farmer Brown's hen-house and leaving
his tracks for everybody who came along to see. Just the same, Unc'
Billy felt that he had got to have a nice fresh egg. He had got to
have it. That is all there was about it.
As soon as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had gone to bed behind the Purple
Hills that night, Unc' Billy crept out of his home in the hollow tree.
"Where are yo' going?" demanded Mrs. Possum.
"Just to stretch the kinks out of mah legs," replied Unc' Billy.
Old Mrs. Possum looked after him suspiciously. "Don't yo' go fo' to do
any foolishness!" she called.