XXII
TWO FAMOUS DIGGERS
Billy Woodchuck had decided to move into new quarters before cold weather set in. Old dog Spot had learned where he lived; and to Billy's dismay Spot was spending altogether too much of his time watching Billy's front door.
There was only one reason why Billy Woodchuck didn't exactly care to dig a new home for himself in the pasture just then. The fall crop of clover was about to head out. And being very fond of clover blossoms, Billy hated to spend his time digging.
He was telling his troubles one day to[p. 103] old Mr. Crow. And as usual, Mr. Crow had an idea.
"Why don't you get somebody to help you?" he asked.
Billy Woodchuck looked a bit doubtful.
"Who is there?" he inquired. "Nobody would be willing to dig for me unless I paid him."
"Well—if I were you I'd offer a modest wage," Mr. Crow suggested.
But Billy Woodchuck shook his head.