It makes them much cooler in hot weather."
Well, Mr. Crow liked the idea. He said so, too. He certainly couldn't
wear the shoes as they were. And if everybody else was going to wear
shoes with toe-holes, he didn't want to be behind the times. But he
hadn't seen anybody with shoes made after that fashion. And he told Jimmy
Rabbit as much.
"Ah!" said Jimmy Rabbit. "Quite true! You'll be the first in Pleasant
Valley, Mr. Crow. You'll set the fashion, instead of following it. Better
be first than last, you know!"
Old Mr. Crow agreed to that. So he let Jimmy Rabbit cut as many holes in
the shoes as he had toes--that made four holes in each shoe.
And then Mr. Crow thrust his toes through the holes. To his great delight
he could walk with ease and comfort. And he was about to leave the store
when Jimmy Rabbit stopped him.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" he asked.
"I don't think so," Mr. Crow replied.
"Yes, you have!" Jimmy Rabbit insisted. "You've forgotten your bill!"
Mr. Crow looked at him in amazement. And then he felt of his face.
"None of your tricks, young man!" he cried. "My bill is right where it
belongs. How _could_ I forget it, I should like to know?"
"You don't understand," said Jimmy Rabbit.
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