By and by the Old Grandfather Clock in the Farm House struck ten and the lights went out. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Moon it would have been pitch dark.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar hoot, and the next minute dear Old Parson Owl fluttered up to the cage.
It didn't take him long to find the handle on the little door, which he opened softly.
"Jump out!" he whispered. "Hop after me as fast as you can. I'll fly low down so you won't lose sight of me."
"Am I dreaming?" thought the poor little crow, as he fluttered down to the ground and hopped after Old Parson Owl toward the Shady Forest. "If I am, I hope I'll wake up in Mother's nest!"
HOME AGAIN
It was very late when they reached the Tall Pine Tree. The good Professor was sound asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady Forest Schoolhouse and a long search for his little lost crow. He had hunted for him until it grew so dark that he had been forced to give it up.
But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the little crows were crying softly over their little lost brother. Disobedience makes others unhappy as well as the one who disobeys.