... There's my cousin, Jasper Jay! I'll ask
him to unbutton my coat." And he called to Jasper, who had just alighted
on a stump not far away.
To Mr. Crow's dismay, his cousin refused to assist him.
"I know you too well," said Jasper Jay. "You want to play some trick on
me. If the buttons were on the back of your coat I might help you. But
they're right in front of you; and they're so big that a blind person
couldn't help finding them, even on the darkest night.... No! You can't
fool me this time!"
"Very well!" Mr. Crow croaked. "If you won't help me, there are plenty of
other people who'll be glad to." And he flew away in something very like
a temper.
To Mr. Crow's surprise he couldn't find anyone that would unbutton his
new coat for him; like Jasper Jay, everybody was afraid that Mr. Crow
meant to play a trick on him.
Mr. Crow was beginning to be frightened. He had called on all his friends
in Pleasant Valley except one. And if that one should refuse, Mr. Crow
didn't know what he could do. He had liked his spotted coat. But now he
began to hate it. And he wanted to slip out of it and never see it again.
So Mr. Crow hurried over to the swamp where Fatty Coon lived.
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