“Whistle when you have any for me!” Solomon Owl replied.
And at that they started out for their night’s sport. It was not long before Simon Screecher’s well known whistle brought Solomon hurrying to him. Simon already had three mice, one of which he gave to Solomon, according to their agreement.
That same thing happened several times; until at last Simon Screecher began to grumble.
“What’s the matter?” he asked his cousin. “You are not hooting, as you promised you would.”
“But I haven’t caught any mice yet!” Solomon Owl replied.
“It’s All Right,” Said Solomon
Again and again and again Simon’s call summoned Solomon. But not once did Solomon’s summon Simon. And all the time Simon Screecher grew more discontented. Toward the end of the night he declared flatly that he wasn’t going to hunt any more with his cousin.
“I’ve done exactly as I agreed!” Solomon Owl protested.