“Yes, and then you could balance yourself in the trees,” advised Chatter Squirrel.
“Or hold on by it as we do,” said a wise old mouse.
“My cousin lost hers,” murmured Gimlet, shaking his red Woodpecker’s cap very seriously. “And she nearly starved before it grew out again. She couldn’t sit comfortably on a tree-trunk without it.”
“A tail,” squeaked the bats who hadn’t been heard from since they hung themselves up from the roof, “a tail is the handiest pocket in the world. You use it for flies in summer and to warm your paws in winter. Do have one.”
“I do use mine,” said Nibble laughing, “but not for any of the reasons you give. I flash mine so any rabbit behind me can tell whether it’s safe to follow me. Why, my mother never bothered to talk as long as she knew I could see her tail.” And he showed them how he could make the little white puff underneath it show and disappear.
“Well, I never thought it was any good at all,” marvelled Chatter.
“Another thing,” said Nibble. “Ours was no more use than Tad Coon’s. Just a great big brush to carry around. All you could possibly do with it was warm your feet. And we never slept half the year like Tad does, so where would be the use of that?”
“But Tad Coon’s was useful once,” argued Chatter. “His old great-aunt wanted to go on a pilgrimage early one spring. But the water was high in the marsh and she was so fat and crippled with age that she couldn’t swim. So Tad would go down every morning and stick in his tail to show her how deep it was. There would be a brown mark where the mud came and a white mark where the water washed it off above. Every morning the rings would be lower until there was only a little black mud stain on the very tip of it. Then she started off and all the black she got was a little on the very soles of her feet.”
“And he never bothered to wash it clean again,” said Nibble, “so you see how little use it is to him.”
“You’re just jealous,” giggled the lady mouse. “That puff you wear is no bigger than the fuzz off a pussywillow.” And then Chatter Squirrel and Gimlet the Woodpecker and the Partridge all tried their best to make Nibble say that even if he didn’t own a real tail he’d like to try one.