"That's a pity," said Cuffy Bear. "But won't you join me to-night? I'm going after different game."
"What's that?" Reddy asked him.
"Pigs!" Cuffy replied.
He couldn't understand why Reddy Woodpecker went off without saying another word.
"He's a queer one," Cuffy muttered. "I don't care if he doesn't hunt with me. He's too greedy."
XX
CATCHING FLIES
After his children were grown up Reddy Woodpecker had plenty of time to wander about and see all the sights in Pleasant Valley. He had often heard that one of the most curious sights was an odd person known as Ferdinand Frog. So one day Reddy flew down to Black Creek, where this nimble gentleman lived.
Unseen by Mr. Frog, Reddy Woodpecker clung to an old stump that leaned over the water, as if it wanted to enjoy a swim but didn't quite dare take the first plunge. Keeping most of himself hidden, Reddy peeped around the stump and watched Ferdinand Frog as he sat on a flat rock near the bank and caught flies.
Mr. Frog was an expert at that sport. Whenever a fly ventured near enough to him his long tongue darted out of his wide mouth so quickly you could hardly see it. And it darted back again just as fast, bearing the fly upon the end of it.