“Thank you, Rusty, but I didn’t know I was in trouble.”
“Huh!” whistled Rusty. “Some people don’t know when they are in trouble.”
“Then it shouldn’t bother them,” laughed Bumper. “If you don’t know you have any trouble, why worry?”
“That may be good enough for a king, but it would never do for common people. We must be hunting for trouble all the time to avoid it.”
“If you hunt for it you’ll generally find it. No, I don’t believe in looking for what you don’t want.”
Rusty was a little provoked at what he took as a personal rebuke, and was half inclined to fly away; but Bumper’s smile changed his mind.
“Just to show you that trouble comes whether you hunt for it or not, I’m going to tell you something,” he added. “You’re going to be in a peck of trouble soon, Bumper.”
“That’s much better than being in a bushel, isn’t it?” he laughed.
“Oh, stop your joking, and be serious. This is a serious matter for you.”
“All right, I’m listening.”