He was
too careful! He was always on the lookout for a gun, or a trap. And being
constantly on guard was bad for his nerves.
Luckily, a winter spent in the South did a great deal to improve Mr.
Crow's health, as well as his state of mind. When he came back to
Pleasant Valley the following March he told his cousin Jasper Jay
that he really felt he would be able to eat corn again.
As the spring lengthened, that feeling grew upon Mr. Crow. And when
planting-time arrived the black rascal had his old look again.
It was a very solemn look--unless you regarded him closely. But it was a
very sly, knowing look if you took the pains to stare boldly into his
eye.
Farmer Green would have liked to do that, because then he might have
caught old Mr. Crow. As it happened, he did _catch sight_ of Mr. Crow the
very first day he began to plant his corn.
"I declare--there's that old crow again!" he exclaimed. "He's come back
to bother me once more. But maybe I'm smarter than he thinks!"
Mr. Crow knew better than to come too near the men who were working in
the cornfield. He just sat on the fence on the further side of the road
and watched them for a while. And he was getting hungrier every minute.
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