Now the nest in which Unc' Billy was hiding was on the topmost row in the darkest corner of the hen-house, and Unc' Billy had crawled down underneath the hay. Perhaps it was because that corner was so dark, or perhaps it was because that nest was so high up, that Farmer Brown's boy really didn't expect to find anything there. Anyway, all he saw was the hay, and he didn't take the trouble to put his hand in and feel for anything under the hay.
"It's queer," said Farmer Brown's boy. "It's very queer! I guess I shall have to set some traps."
And all the time Unc' Billy Possum held his breath and lay low.
XVIII
UNC' BILLY POSSUM IS A PRISONER
"Mah home is in a holler tree—
It's a long way home!
Ah wish Ah's there, but here Ah be—
It's a long way home!