Then Mr. Squirrel picked up some roasted nuts that the Crow had just brought in.
"Where'd you get these nuts?" he says, after he'd cracked one or two of them.
"Down on the slope of Green Bushes," says Mr. 'Coon. "Why, aren't they good ones?"
"I suppose they were once," says Mr. Squirrel—"two or three years ago. Nuts have to be fresh to be good."
"That's what I told him," says Mr. 'Possum; "but he said you wouldn't know the difference."
"Oh, he did, did he?" says Mr. Squirrel. "Well, I've got better nuts than these at home," and Mr. Squirrel he got up and left the table.
Then Jack Rabbit began.
"Where'd you get this salad?" he says, turning up his nose.
"Out by Mr. Man's back gate," says Mr. 'Possum. "Why, isn't it good?"
"Might have been once," says Mr. Rabbit. "I s'pose it's some Mr. Man threw out because it was wilted."