XVII
THE STRANGE BUTTONS
To Mr. Crow's delight, it did not occur to Fatty Coon that Mr. Crow might
be playing a trick on him. You see, as was usually the case, Fatty was
hungry. And he had no thought for anything except food. When Mr. Crow
explained what a fix he was in, and asked Fatty to unbutton his coat for
him, Fatty stepped up to him at once.
But he didn't try to unbutton the coat. He sniffed at the buttons, while
his face wore a puzzled look. And then he began to smile.
"I'll tell you what I'll do!" Fatty said. "If you'll give me these
buttons, I'll take them off for you. And then, of course, you'll have no
more trouble with your coat. You can throw it off any time you please."
"Good!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "The buttons shall be yours. I don't want
them, for I shall never wear this coat again."
So Fatty Coon set to work to take off the buttons. He removed them in a
very odd way, too. Instead of tearing them off he began eating them!
"Goodness!" Mr. Crow cried. "Aren't you afraid you'll be ill?"
But Fatty Coon never answered. He kept on nibbling the buttons and
crunching them in his mouth. And he never stopped until he had swallowed
the very last one.
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