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<h2>XVII</h2><h3>Major Monkey Confesses</h3></div>
<p>Major Monkey seemed surprised when Jasper Jay told him that there wasn't
a bird family in the whole valley that felt it could spare a single egg.</p>
<p>"Of course," said Jasper, "nobody cares how many Cowbirds' eggs you eat.
The Cowbirds are pests. They are too lazy to build nests of their own.
And no respectable bird family likes to have a loutish young Cowbird to
bring up with their own children. But you have gone too far. You have
been stealing eggs right and left. And the time has come for us to put a
stop to your thieving."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>A number of Jasper Jay's bird neighbors had gathered around him and
Major Monkey while they talked. And they all spoke up and said in good,
loud tones that Major Monkey was a villain—and worse.</p>
<p>Anyone might think that for once the Major would have acted the least
bit ashamed. But he did not. He had not even the grace to say that he
was sorry for making a few "mistakes."</p>
<p>Instead, he stuck his red cap on one side of his head and began dancing
something that might have been a jig if it had been faster.</p>
<p>His actions made all the birds very angry. And some of them exclaimed
that there was no reason to make merry, so far as they could see.</p>
<p>Major Monkey promptly stopped dancing and looked grieved.</p>
<p>"Perhaps you would dance, too, if you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88"></SPAN></span> had just had a good meal of
eggs," he remarked.</p>
<p>A shriek went up from his listeners. And old Mr. Crow exclaimed loudly:
"Put him out! Put Major Monkey out!"</p>
<p>But nobody made a move. And Major Monkey turned to Mr. Crow and said:</p>
<p>"What's wrong? Have I said something I shouldn't?"</p>
<p>"Said!" the old gentleman echoed. "You've not only <i>said</i> a terrible
thing; you've <i>done</i> a still worse one! For you've just been stealing
eggs again—and you can't deny it."</p>
<p>A great clamor arose all at once.</p>
<p>"Hear! Hear!" Mr. Crow's friends cried.</p>
<p>And Major Monkey had hard work to make himself heard.</p>
<p>"Whose eggs do you think I've been eating?" he asked Mr. Crow.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Not knowing the exact answer to the question, Mr. Crow pretended not to
hear it at all. But he looked so slyly at the Major that the Major
himself was not deceived. He winked at Mr. Crow and shied a pebble at
him.</p>
<p>"I'll tell you, old boy!" the Major cried. "I've been eating hens'
eggs."</p>
<p>"Hens' eggs!" everybody repeated after him. "Hens' eggs! Where do you
get 'em?"</p>
<p>"At Farmer Green's henhouse, of course," the Major answered. "I've been
going there regularly for some time. I find that the eggs are bigger
than any I can find in the woods."</p>
<p>"It's no wonder he's getting fat," Jasper Jay murmured as he gazed at
Major Monkey.</p>
<p>"You'll have to stop eating so much," Mr. Crow told the Major solemnly.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></SPAN></span>
"Aunt Polly Woodchuck says that the reason you throw so many stones is
because you overeat and feel in too high spirits."</p>
<p>Major Monkey looked disgusted when he heard that speech.</p>
<p>"Aunt Polly Fiddlesticks!" he jeered. "She doesn't know what she's
talking about. Why, the more eggs I eat, the more time I must spend at
the henhouse. And while I'm there I can't throw stones here, can I?"</p>
<p>Everybody had to agree with the Major. At least, everybody but Mr. Crow
remarked that what he said seemed true.</p>
<p>"Now, friends," said Major Monkey at last, "if there have been any eggs
missing from your nests lately you can't blame me."</p>
<p>"Then whom can we blame?" somebody cried.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I'd hate to say," was Major Monkey's answer. But since he looked
straight at Mr. Crow as he spoke, most of the company could not help
thinking that the old gentleman was the thief, after all. And when he
flew into a rage they felt quite sure he was guilty.</p>
<p>"We always knew Mr. Crow was an old rascal!" they exclaimed.</p>
<p>And so Mr. Crow took himself off. But he soon recovered his good
spirits. He was used to being called names. And to tell the truth, he
had taken a few eggs now and then—when he thought no one was watching.</p>
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