Major Monkey seemed much pleased as he walked up and down in front of his soldiers. And then he happened to glance up.
There was Mr. Crow, perched on a limb over his head.
"Here, you!" the Major shouted. "Didn't you hear me say 'Fall in?'"
"Certainly!" said Mr. Crow. "But I'm a general, you know."
"Well, what of that?" the Major snapped. "So are all these people generals! You didn't think—did you?—that I'd have anybody in my army that wasn't at least a general?"
For a wonder, Mr. Crow said never a word. He was angry. But he didn't want to be left out of the army. So he decided that he had better obey. And he flapped down and took his place just in front of the front rank.
"You mustn't stand there!" Major Monkey said to him severely. "You're late falling in. There's no place left for you. So you'll have to stand behind all the others."
That was just a little more than old Mr. Crow could bear.
"I'll do nothing of the sort!" he squawked. "And I must say that this is shabby treatment to receive from an old friend."
Major Monkey certainly didn't want any trouble right at the beginning. So he hastened to soothe Mr. Crow's wounded feelings.