Now of course Jimmy Skunk knew all the time, but he pretended he didn't.
“Oh, this is Bobby Coon's house,” said Hooty the Owl.
“Let's give Bobby Coon a surprise,” said Jimmy Skunk.
“How?” asked Hooty the Owl.
“We'll fill his house full of sticks and leaves,” said Jimmy Skunk.
Hooty the Owl thought that would be a good joke so while Jimmy Skunk gathered all the old sticks and leaves he could find, Hooty the Owl stuffed them into the old hollow tree which was Bobby Coon's house, until he couldn't get in another one.
“Good night,” said Jimmy Skunk as he began to climb the Crooked Little Path up the hill to his own snug little home.
“Good night,” said Hooty the Owl, as he flew like a big soft shadow over to the Great Pine.
By and by when old Mother Moon was just going to bed and all the little stars were too sleepy to twinkle any longer, Reddy Fox and Bobby Coon, very tired and very wet from playing in the Laughing Brook, came up the Lone Little Path, ready to tumble into their snug little beds. They were chuckling over the trick they had played on Johnny Chuck, and the way they had waked up old Grandfather Frog, and all the other mischief they had done. What do you suppose they said when they reached their homes and found that someone else had been playing jokes, too?
I'm sure I don't know, but round, red Mr. Sun was laughing very hard as he peeped over the hill at Reddy Fox and Bobby Coon, and he won't tell why.