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<h3>XVI GUARDING THE CORNCRIB</h3> Grumpy Weasel never seemed to have anything but bad luck whenever he went near the farmyard. Perhaps that was the reason why he kept going back there, for he was nothing if not determined. Anyhow, he had found the hunting poor along his stone wall in the woods. And there was so much "game," as he called it, about the farm buildings that he thought it was silly to leave it for such scamps as Peter Mink and Tommy Fox and Fatty Coon. So he took to loitering near Farmer Green's corncrib. And he was not at all pleased to find Fatty Coon there one even[Pg 70]ing. He wouldn't have spoken to Fatty at all had not that plump young chap hurled a cutting remark directly at him: "There are no chickens in this building. This is a corncrib." "Don't you suppose I know that?" Grumpy retorted. "I've come here to guard the corn from mice and squirrels." "There's no need of your doing that," Fatty Coon told him. "Have you never noticed those tin pans, upside down, on top of the posts on which the corncrib rests? How could a mouse or a squirrel ever climb past one of those?" "There are ways," Grumpy Weasel said wisely. "I doubt it," Fatty replied. "I don't believe the trick can be done." Then, not to oblige Fatty, but to show him he was mistaken, Grumpy climbed a tree near-by, dropped from one of its[Pg 71] branches to the roof of the corncrib, and quickly found a crack in the side of the building through which he slipped with no trouble at all. Suddenly there was a great scurrying and scrambling inside. And soon Fatty Coon saw Frisky Squirrel and several of his friends—not to mention three frightened mice—come tumbling out and tear off in every direction. Presently Grumpy Weasel stuck his head through a crack between two boards. "Did you catch the robbers?" he called to Fatty Coon. "They were too spry for me," Fatty told him. He wouldn't have stopped one anyhow, for Grumpy Weasel. "Which way did they go, old Slow Poke?" Grumpy cried as he jumped down in great haste. "Everywhere!" Fatty told him.[Pg 72] "Can't you be a little more exact? You don't think—do you?—that I can run more than one way at a time?" "Why don't you run round and round in a circle?" Fatty suggested. "In that way you might catch at least half those youngsters—and perhaps all of them." "That's the first real idea you ever had in your life!" Grumpy exclaimed—which was as near to thanking a person as he was ever known to come. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> [Pg 73] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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