It was easy for Reddy Woodpecker to keep his secrets from such small feathered folk as little Mr. Chippy. But there was one that couldn't rest until he found out what he wanted to know. This was old Mr. Crow. He shot question after question at Reddy Woodpecker. At last Reddy just had to tell him something in order to gain a little peace. Reddy knew that Mr. Crow would leave him as soon as he had picked up a bit of news. The old gentleman would hurry away to tell it to everybody in the valley.
"What's your club going to be named?" Whenever Mr. Crow talked with Reddy Woodpecker that was his favorite question. He asked it so many times and so loudly that just to get rid of him Reddy finally told him.
"I'm going to call my club 'The Redcaps,'" he said.
Old Mr. Crow didn't tarry an instant longer. With an eager look in his snapping black eyes he went flapping off on his broad wings, far down the valley.
Now, Mr. Crow was a fast worker. In an hour's time he had zigzagged back again, having spread his bit of news far and wide.
And when he had repeated it to the last neighbor he could find he hurried to the orchard to ask Reddy Woodpecker more questions.
The moment he found Reddy Mr. Crow began to put one question after another so fast that you couldn't have told where one ended and the next one began.
Reddy Woodpecker pretended to be busier than ever.
"I can't stop now," he told Mr. Crow. "You'll have to see my secretary."
"Where is he? Who is he?" Mr. Crow inquired hoarsely.