Crow thought that maybe he could keep drier because they
were there. But he hoped no one else would pass that way.
Well, some one did. Before Mr. Crow knew what had happened, a voice
said--right over his shoulder:
"You don't mind, I hope?"
It was Fatty Coon! And Mr. Crow certainly did mind--though he didn't dare
say so. In the first place, Mr. Crow was afraid of Fatty Coon. And in the
second place, Fatty was so big that he crowded Mr. Crow almost off the
fence.
Old Mr. Crow found it very hard to hold the umbrella straight and cling
to the fence-rail at the same time. And something seemed to have made the
umbrella very heavy. In spite of all he could do, it would tilt. And Mr.
Crow crouched under the edge of it, right where the rain poured off. The
water dripped inside his collar and ran down his back until he was soaked
through and through.
Pretty soon Mr. Crow began to sneeze. At first he sneezed quite softly.
But every time it happened he sneezed harder than the time before. And at
last he sneezed so violently that he lost his hold on the fence and went
tumbling down to the ground, with the umbrella, Jasper Jay, Fatty Coon
and Frisky Squirrel on top of him.
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