"Then he hasn't any sense at all!" cried Reddy.
The whole company couldn't help giggling when he said that. And Reddy Woodpecker promptly lost his temper.
"I've planned to spend the summer here," he said. "It's too late now to move on. But I can understand at last why none of my family has visited this neighborhood for many years. It's a pleasant enough place. But the neighbors aren't my sort at all."
"Chip, chip, chip, chip!" piped Mr. Chippy.
"He says he agrees with you," Mr. Catbird told Reddy Woodpecker. And then he added, "Meaow!" And he gave himself a jerk and spread his tail, all of which told Reddy Woodpecker plainly that Mr. Catbird had a very poor opinion of him.
III
MORNING TATTOOS
In the spring Reddy Woodpecker liked to drum.
He never felt that a pleasant day was rightly begun unless he played a tattoo early in the morning. So upon his arrival in Pleasant Valley he began promptly to look about for a good drumming place.
It wasn't long before he discovered a strip of tin nailed upon the roof of Farmer Green's barn.