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Arthur Scott Bailey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 43 pages of information about The Tale of Old Mr. Crow.

“Good!” he cried.  “That’s exactly what I’d like for my dinner.  And if Farmer Green hadn’t tarred his corn before planting it I know exactly where I’d go.”  Then he thought deeply for a few minutes.  “I’ll go over to the corn-crib and see if I can’t find some corn on the ground!” he exclaimed a little later.  While he was thinking he ate the sample of corn, without once noticing what he did.

So Mr. Crow flew swiftly to the farm-yard.  It happened that there was nobody about.  And, luckily, Mr. Crow found enough corn scattered near the door of the corn-crib to furnish him with a good dinner.

The next morning, as soon as it began to grow light (for Mr. Crow was an early riser), he felt in his left-hand pocket once more.  And he pulled out an elderberry.

“That won’t do!” he said.  “It’s too early in the season for elderberries.”  But he ate the sample—­though he found it rather dry, for it was a last year’s berry.  And then he fished a bird’s egg out of the same pocket.  “My favorite breakfast!” he remarked.  He ate the egg.  And at once he started out to hunt for more.  Some people say that he robbed the nests of several small birds before he had breakfast enough.

Mr. Crow then proceeded to pass the morning very pleasantly, by making calls on his friends.  He enjoyed their surprise at seeing his bandaged foot.

“I’ve the worst case of gout Aunt Polly Woodchuck has ever seen,” he told every one with an air of pride.

When lunch time came, it found Mr. Crow with a hearty appetite.  And once more he felt in his left-hand pocket to see what he might have for his meal.

He pulled out a squirming field-mouse.  Mr. Crow was about to eat him; but the mouse slipped away and hid in a hollow stump.  So Mr. Crow lost him.  Then he went soaring off across the pasture.  And when he came home again he didn’t seem hungry at all.  Whatever he may have found to eat, it seemed to satisfy him.

By this time Mr. Crow had quite recovered from the fear that had seized him when he first discovered his swollen foot.  And before he went to sleep that night he thought he would take the bandage off his foot and look at it.  He had some trouble in removing the bandage.  And when he had succeeded in unwinding it he could hardly believe his eyes.  His foot was its natural size again!

Old Mr. Crow looked at the bandage.  And he saw, clinging to it, a mass of caked mud.  He could not understand that.

“Anyhow, I’m cured,” he said sadly.  He was disappointed, because there were still a good many of his friends to whom he had not yet shown his bandaged foot.  “I don’t consider that Aunt Polly Woodchuck is as good a doctor as people say,” Mr. Crow grumbled.  “Here she’s gone and cured my foot almost a week before I wanted her to!”

And the next day he went over to see the old lady and complain about her mistake.

“What have you been eating?” she asked Mr. Crow.

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