He Painted Two White Stripes on Uncle Jerry’s Back
“Is he asleep?” Jimmy Rabbit whispered.
“Yes!” said Billy.
“Then help me carry these pots of paint up where that old fraud is,” said Jimmy Rabbit.
Billy Woodchuck obeyed. There was a pot of black paint and a pot of white. And besides all that, Jimmy had a whole armful of Indian paint brush, which grew thick in Farmer Green’s pasture. He gave Billy Woodchuck a brush.
“Now,” he whispered, “we’ll paint this old fellow black.”
Between them they soon covered Uncle Jerry Chuck with a thick coat of the black paint. And then Jimmy Rabbit stood off and squinted at the sleeper.
“So far, so good!” he said. “And now for the last touch of all! This has to be put on with care, so I shall do it myself.”
And Billy Woodchuck watched him while he painted two broad, white stripes the length of Uncle Jerry’s back. They began on the top of his head, so close together that they made just one line, and ended far apart, on either side of his tail.
“There!” Jimmy Rabbit whispered, when he had finished. “Does he look like anyone you know?”