" Then he thought deeply for a few minutes. "I'll go over
to the corn-crib and see if I can't find some corn on the ground!" he
exclaimed a little later. While he was thinking he ate the sample of
corn, without once noticing what he did.
So Mr. Crow flew swiftly to the farm-yard. It happened that there was
nobody about. And, luckily, Mr. Crow found enough corn scattered near the
door of the corn-crib to furnish him with a good dinner.
The next morning, as soon as it began to grow light (for Mr. Crow was an
early riser), he felt in his left-hand pocket once more. And he pulled
out an elderberry.
"That won't do!" he said. "It's too early in the season for
elderberries." But he ate the sample--though he found it rather dry,
for it was a last year's berry. And then he fished a bird's egg out
of the same pocket. "My favorite breakfast!" he remarked. He ate the
egg. And at once he started out to hunt for more. Some people say that
he robbed the nests of several small birds before he had breakfast
enough.
Mr. Crow then proceeded to pass the morning very pleasantly, by making
calls on his friends. He enjoyed their surprise at seeing his bandaged
foot.
"I've the worst case of gout Aunt Polly Woodchuck has ever seen," he told
every one with an air of pride.
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