Mr. Crow suddenly veered off his straight course and alighted in a tree.
"That will never do," he croaked. "Fatty would eat more than all the Meadow Mice in Pleasant Valley."
Little did Mr. Crow know that Fatty Coon was already planning to visit the cornfield as soon as it grew dark.
Nor did Master Meadow Mouse and his cousins guess that they were to have an unwelcome guest that night.
As usual, after dark they poured out of their castles in the air to enjoy their nightly frolic. And they were having what they called "high jinks" when the word went around to hide.
For somebody squeaked in a frightened voice: "Fatty Coon is crawling through the pasture fence!"
