They thanked him. And as soon as they had passed on Mrs. Woodchuck remarked what a busybody he was.
"Always poking his bill into other people's affairs!" Aunt Polly sniffed.
Still, his advice saved them a good many steps. For they found the Muley Cow just where Mr. Crow had said they would.
But she wasn't wearing a poke bonnet at all. They noticed that as soon as they caught sight of her.
"Perhaps it has fallen off her head and she doesn't know it," Aunt Polly suggested.
"I'll ask her," said Mrs. Woodchuck. And she hurried up to the Muley Cow.
"Where's your poke?" she cried. "You haven't lost it—have you?" As she spoke she noticed a peculiar something about the Muley Cow's neck. It was a sort of huge wooden collar, with a long stake that stuck out in front of her.
The Muley Cow acted very grumpy.
"Don't be impertinent!" she snapped.