Mr. Coyote looked just the least bit crestfallen.
"Perhaps I haven't practiced the song as much as I should," he remarked. And thereupon he started to sing it again.
But Benny Badger stopped him quickly.
"Don't!" he cried. And he held his paws, dirty as they were, over his ears, as if he couldn't bear to hear that song another time.
Mr. Coyote smiled agreeably.
"I see," he said easily. "You don't enjoy music as I do. But I believe we have one taste in common."
"What's that?" Benny Badger asked him; for in spite of his paws being over his ears, he heard what Mr. Coyote said. "What's that?"
"Ground Squirrels!" Mr. Coyote replied, licking his chops as he spoke.