"Oh, Mr. 'Coon! You forgot to close the parlor window. It will rain in on your things."
But Mr. 'Coon called back:
"It won't hurt MY things, Mr. Crow. They're over on the other side of the room."
And Mr. 'Possum, who was sitting up in bed, too, listened and laughed in the dark.
But just then there was another flash of lightning, and Mr. Crow bobbed down, and Mr. 'Coon bobbed down, and Mr. 'Possum bobbed down, so's not to hear the thunder. Then, pretty soon, Mr. Crow sat up in bed again and called out:
"Oh, Mr. 'Possum! You forgot to close the parlor window. It will rain in on your things."
But Mr. 'Possum called back:
"It won't hurt MY things, Mr. Crow. They're all over by the stairs."
And Mr. 'Coon, who was sitting up in bed, listened and laughed in the dark, too.
Then for a minute Mr. Crow didn't know but that he'd have to go down and shut that window himself, after all. And while he was thinking how much he didn't want to, there came another flash of lightning, brighter than ever, and Mr. Crow and Mr. 'Coon and Mr. 'Possum all bobbed down again and covered up their heads, so's not to hear the thunder. But Mr. Crow heard it a little, anyway, and it set him to thinking. So when he sat up again he called out: