He went inside the store and
sat down. And Jimmy Rabbit knelt before him and measured one of his feet.
Now, Mr. Crow had enormous feet. Big feet had always run--or walked--in
his family. And though he couldn't any more help the size of his feet
than the size of his bill, old Mr. Crow was very touchy in respect to
them. He grew angry at once.
"What do you mean by measuring my feet?" he croaked. "I didn't come here
to be insulted, you know."
Jimmy Rabbit looked up at him mildly.
"I just wanted to find out how _small_ your feet are," he explained
politely enough. "Sometimes people come here with feet so small that I
can't fit them. And when I looked at yours I was afraid that might be
the case."
"Oh!" said Mr. Crow. The answer pleased him. "Show me the best pair of
shoes you have," he ordered.
So Jimmy Rabbit began to search his shelves. To tell the truth, he was
puzzled. He had no shoes big enough for Mr. Crow. But he did not dare
tell the old gentleman that, because he knew Mr. Crow would be very
angry.
At last Jimmy Rabbit found the biggest shoes in the place. And he showed
them to Mr. Crow, who seemed much pleased.
"I'll try them on," Mr.
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