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Tale of Dickie Deer Mouse

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44 <h2>VIII</h2><h3>IN THE CORNFIELD</h3> In one way, especially, Fatty Coon and Dickie Deer Mouse were alike: They were night-prowlers. When they slept it was usually broad daylight outside, and the birds—except for a few odd fellows like Willie Whip-poor-will and Mr. Night Hawk—were abroad, and singing, and twittering. And when most of the birds went to sleep Dickie and Fatty Coon began to feel quite wide awake. It was not strange, therefore, that Dickie Deer Mouse was surprised when he found himself face to face with Fatty Coon in the cornfield at midday.45 Dickie tried to slip out of sight under a pumpkin vine that grew between the rows; but Fatty Coon saw him before he could hide. And Fatty began to make the queerest noise, as if he were almost choking. Dickie Deer Mouse stopped. And he trembled the least bit; for Fatty looked terribly fierce. Perhaps (Dickie thought) he was choking with rage. "Can I help you?" Dickie asked him. "Would you like me to thump you on the back?" Fatty Coon shook his head. There was nothing the matter with him, except that he had stuffed his mouth so full that he couldn't speak. After swallowing several times he wiped his mouth on the back of his paw—a habit of which his mother had never been able to break him. It was no wonder that dainty Dickie Deer46 Mouse shuddered again, when Fatty did that. "May I go and get you a napkin?" Dickie asked, as he edged away. "No!" Fatty Coon growled. "I've been wanting to have a talk with you. And now that I've found you, you needn't run off." Then, to Dickie's horror, Fatty stopped talking and licked both his paws. "May I get you a finger bowl?" Dickie inquired. Fatty Coon actually didn't know what he meant. "Is that something to eat?" he asked. And he looked much interested, and seemed quite downcast when Dickie said "No!" "Then you needn't trouble yourself," Fatty Coon told him with a sigh. "Can't you find corn enough for a47 good meal?" Dickie asked him wonderingly. "I could," said Fatty Coon, "if other people didn't take so much of it.... Now, there's Mr. Crow," he complained. "I had to get out of bed and come over here to-day, in the sunlight, because I was afraid he wouldn't leave any corn for me. "There's no use saying anything to him," Fatty continued, "because he thinks this is his cornfield.... But little chaps like you will have to keep away from this place.... Now I've warned you," he added. "And if I hear of your eating any more corn I'll come straight to your house—when I find out where it is—and I'll——" He did not finish his threat. But he looked so darkly at Dickie that what he didn't say made Dickie Deer Mouse shiver48 all over, though the warm midday sun fell upon the cornfield. Now, Dickie Deer Mouse hadn't eaten a single kernel of corn all that day. But he suddenly lost his appetite for it; and murmuring a faint good-bye he turned and ran for the woods as fast as he could go. "Stop! Stop!" Fatty Coon called after him. "There's something more I want to say to you." But whatever it may have been, Dickie Deer Mouse did not wait to hear it. <div class='figcenter' style='width: 358px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> <ANTIMG src='images/p048.png' alt='' title='' width = '358' height = '177'/> </div> <hr class='major' /> <div class='figcenter' style='width: 327px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> <ANTIMG src='images/p049.png' alt='' title='' width = '327' height = '135'/> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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