Crow with a
smile.
"That's a good umbrella," he remarked. "As you see, I'm not even damp.
But you--ha! ha!--_you_ seem to have been caught out in a heavy shower."
Mr. Crow was dripping. His tail feathers looked quite bedraggled. And he
was shaking the drops off his wings.
"It will never happen again," Mr. Crow said hoarsely. "Never again will
I go anywhere, rain or shine, without my umbrella. At my age it's very
dangerous to get so wet."
"I'd advise you to run through the woods, and then run back again, until
you get warm," Jasper Jay suggested. "And since you're my cousin, if you
want me to do it I'll help you--and hold your umbrella for you until you
return."
But Mr. Crow shook his head.
"I've had enough of your advice," he said sourly. "It might rain again;
and then I'd be worse off than ever."
Jasper Jay pretended to be surprised. And he, too, began to tremble and
shake. But it was only because he was laughing silently at his cousin.
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A QUEER TOADSTOOL
Mr. Crow did exactly as he said he would. After the time he was caught
out in the shower and got wet he never went even the shortest distance
away from home without his umbrella.
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