Crow's umbrella, Jasper Jay had a fine
time. First he looked at the umbrella very closely, from the handle to
the slender tip. Then he placed it under his wing and strutted back and
forth upon the ground, just as he had seen Mr. Crow parade before his
friends. And Jasper wished that someone would come along and see him.
But nobody came. So after a while he grew tired of wishing. And the
next thing he did was to unfasten the strap that kept the folds of the
umbrella wrapped about its stick.
"I'm not putting it up," he told himself. "I didn't promise I wouldn't do
this. I only agreed not to spread the umbrella unless it rained."
Just then a low rumble caught his ear.
"That's thunder!" he cried. "I do hope it will rain!"
In a short time the sky grew dark. And pretty soon great drops came
pattering down upon the leaves over Jasper's head.
"Hurrah!" he shouted. And then he flew straight up to the very top of a
tall tree, where he perched himself on a limb and spread Mr. Crow's
umbrella.
Though it was soon raining hard, the rain did not fall any too heavily to
please Jasper Jay. He enjoyed the pleasant-sounding patter over his head.
And he liked to watch the trickle of the water as it ran off the umbrella
and fell upon the leaves beneath him.
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