“Hurrah!” he shouted. And then he
flew straight up to the very top of a tall tree, where
he perched himself on a limb and spread Mr. Crow’s
umbrella.
Though it was soon raining hard, the rain did not
fall any too heavily to please Jasper Jay. He
enjoyed the pleasant-sounding patter over his head.
And he liked to watch the trickle of the water as it
ran off the umbrella and fell upon the leaves beneath
him.
Now, while Jasper Jay was having a good time, there
was one person who was not enjoying the shower at
all—and that was old Mr. Crow. You
remember that he had gone to a crows’ meeting.
And as soon as it began to sprinkle the meeting broke
up. Old Mr. Crow was the first one to leave;
and he was in a great hurry. He wished he had
not left his umbrella with Jasper Jay, for he did
not want anybody but himself to use it—especially
for the first time. As you know, ever since Mr.
Crow had owned his umbrella it had not rained once.
That was why the old gentleman flew away without even
stopping to bid his friends good-by. He flew
as fast as he could, through the pelting rain.
And he had just come in sight of the woods where Jasper
had promised to wait for him when the rain suddenly
stopped.
As Mr. Crow dropped downward he saw something in a
tree-top that made him very angry. It was his
umbrella, wide open. And beneath it—though
Mr. Crow could not see him—was Jasper Jay.
He was trembling with rage—was Mr. Crow—as
he alighted on a limb near his cousin.
“Here, you!” the old gentleman cried.
“Put down my umbrella! It’s not raining.
How dare you sit there with my umbrella spread over
your head?”
Jasper Jay closed the umbrella quickly and handed
it to Mr. Crow with a smile.
“That’s a good umbrella,” he remarked.
“As you see, I’m not even damp. But
you—ha! ha!—you seem to
have been caught out in a heavy shower.”
Mr. Crow was dripping. His tail feathers looked
quite bedraggled. And he was shaking the drops
off his wings.
“It will never happen again,” Mr. Crow
said hoarsely. “Never again will I go anywhere,
rain or shine, without my umbrella. At my age
it’s very dangerous to get so wet.”
“I’d advise you to run through the woods,
and then run back again, until you get warm,”
Jasper Jay suggested. “And since you’re
my cousin, if you want me to do it I’ll help
you—and hold your umbrella for you until
you return.”
But Mr. Crow shook his head.
“I’ve had enough of your advice,”
he said sourly. “It might rain again; and
then I’d be worse off than ever.”
Jasper Jay pretended to be surprised. And he,
too, began to tremble and shake. But it was only
because he was laughing silently at his cousin.
A QUEER TOADSTOOL
Mr. Crow did exactly as he said he would. After
the time he was caught out in the shower and got wet
he never went even the shortest distance away from
home without his umbrella. And he wouldn’t
even let anybody take his umbrella, in order to look
at it.
