Well, Aunt Polly Woodchuck handed him some peppermint leaves.
"Chew these," she directed him. "And if you don't feel better to-morrow I'll lose my guess."
Major Monkey put the leaves into his mouth and made a wry face.
"Haven't you a lump of sugar to make this dose taste better?" he asked her.
"There!" Aunt Polly cried. "You've been fed by men! I knew it all the time."
Major Monkey made no comment on her remark. And settling his cap firmly on his head he said that he must be going.
So he and Mr. Crow went off.
"Where are you going to spend the night?" Mr. Crow asked him as soon as they were out of Aunt Polly's hearing.
"That haystack is a good place," said the Major. "I believe I'll live there as long as I stay in Pleasant Valley."
"It's not far from the farmhouse," Mr. Crow observed. "Perhaps you could steal—er—I mean find a little cooked food there now and then."