"Of all
the mean tricks that Farmer Green has played on me, this is by far the
meanest. It would serve him right if I went away and never caught a
single grasshopper or cutworm all summer."
But there were two reasons that prevented Mr. Crow's leaving Pleasant
Valley. He liked his old home. And he liked grasshoppers and cutworms,
too. So he stayed until October. And the strange part of it was that he
never once discovered that Farmer Green had planted tarred corn only in a
border around the field. Inside that border the corn was of the good, old
yellow kind that Mr. Crow liked.
And so, for once, Farmer Green out-witted old Mr. Crow.
By the end of the summer his corn had grown so tall and borne so many big
ears that Farmer Green took some of it to the county fair. And everybody
who saw it there said that it was the finest corn that ever was seen in
those parts.
VI
MR. CROW IN TROUBLE
After Mr. Crow found that Farmer Green had put tar on his corn, Mr. Crow
was so angry that he flew for a good many miles before stopping. And
then, as he started to walk along the limb that lead to his house in the
tall elm, he noticed for the first time that he could hardly move his
right foot.
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