“All right,” replied Sammy, quite as if it made no difference to him. “You admit that smart as you are you were fooled, and we thought you might like to see the same thing happen to Old Man Coyote.”
With this he flew on his way to the Green Meadows to look for Old Man Coyote, and as he flew he chuckled to himself. “They’ll be there,” he muttered. “I know them well enough to know that nothing would keep them away when there is a chance to see some one else frightened, especially Old Man Coyote. They’ll try to keep out of sight, but they’ll be there.”
Sammy found Old Man Coyote taking a sun-bath. “Good morning, Mr. Coyote. I hope you are feeling well,” said Sammy in his politest manner.
“Fairly, fairly, thank you,” replied Old Man Coyote, all the time watching Sammy sharply out of the corners of his shrewd eyes. “What’s the news in the Green Forest?”
“There isn’t any, that is, none to amount to anything,” declared Sammy. “I never did see such a dull summer. Is there any news down here on the Green Meadows? I hear Danny Meadow Mouse has found his lost baby.”
“So I hear,” replied Old Man Coyote. “I tried to find it for him. You know I believe in being neighborly.”
Sammy grinned, for as he said this, Old Man Coyote had winked one eye ever so little, and Sammy knew very well that if he had found that lost baby, Danny Meadow Mouse would never have seen him again. “By the way,” said Sammy in the most matter-of-fact tone, “as I was coming through the Green Forest, I saw Peter Rabbit over on the hill where Prickly Porky lives, and Peter seems to have been in some kind of trouble. He was so lame that he said he didn’t dare try to go home to the Old Briar-patch for fear that he might meet some one looking for a Rabbit dinner, and he knew that, feeling as he did, he wouldn’t be able to save himself. Peter is going to come to a bad end some day if he doesn’t watch out.”
“That depends on what you call a bad end,” replied Old Man Coyote with a sly grin. “It might be bad for Peter and at the same time be very good for some one else.”
Sammy laughed right out. “That’s one way of looking at it,” said he. “Well, I should hate to have anything happen to Peter, because I have lots of fun quarreling with him and should miss him dreadfully. I think I’ll go up to the Old Orchard and see what is going on there.”
Off flew Sammy in the direction of the Old Orchard, and once more he chuckled as he flew. He had seen Old Man Coyote’s ears prick up ever so little when he had mentioned that Peter was over in the Green Forest so lame that he didn’t dare go home. “Old Man Coyote will start for the Green Forest as soon as I am out of sight,” thought Sammy. And that is just what Old Man Coyote did.
OLD MAN COYOTE LOSES HIS APPETITE