Now, while Jasper Jay was having a good time, there was one person who
was not enjoying the shower at all--and that was old Mr. Crow. You
remember that he had gone to a crows' meeting. And as soon as it began to
sprinkle the meeting broke up. Old Mr. Crow was the first one to leave;
and he was in a great hurry. He wished he had not left his umbrella with
Jasper Jay, for he did not want anybody but himself to use it--especially
for the first time. As you know, ever since Mr. Crow had owned his
umbrella it had not rained once.
That was why the old gentleman flew away without even stopping to bid his
friends good-by. He flew as fast as he could, through the pelting rain.
And he had just come in sight of the woods where Jasper had promised to
wait for him when the rain suddenly stopped.
As Mr. Crow dropped downward he saw something in a tree-top that made him
very angry. It was his umbrella, wide open. And beneath it--though Mr.
Crow could not see him--was Jasper Jay.
He was trembling with rage--was Mr. Crow--as he alighted on a limb near
his cousin.
"Here, you!" the old gentleman cried. "Put down my umbrella! It's not
raining. How dare you sit there with my umbrella spread over your head?"
Jasper Jay closed the umbrella quickly and handed it to Mr.
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