“A very pleasant ride I had, too,” said the raccoon placidly. “My young friend was excitable, very excitable, but that only made it the more lively. Yes. I don’t know when I have enjoyed anything more.”
“But what became of the first boy after he fell?” asked Toto eagerly.
“His father took him away in a wheelbarrow.”
“Well, my dear, he lay still,” said the squirrel. “He lay still. He had broken his leg, so it was really the only thing for him to do. And when Coon came back from riding the other boy he jumped backwards and forwards over him till his father came and took him away in a wheelbarrow. Every time Coon jumped, he grinned at the boy; and every time he grinned, the boy screamed; so one inferred that he did not like it, you know.
“Altogether,” said the little squirrel, in conclusion, “it was a great success; a great success; really, worthy of our end of the wood. And such a feast as Uncle Munkle gave us the day after!”
CHAPTER X.
It was agreed by all hands at the next meeting, that Bruin must tell the story.