But he was a pretty sensible bird. “I’m glad they’re gone,” he said to himself. “That was a fine idea of Nibble1 Rabbit’s to go away. Killer2 won’t stay here long if he finds there isn’t any hunting.”
Pretty soon he was very busy exercising his stiff wing and thinking: “I can reach every sumach berry in this thicket3. They’re fine eating. I feel better every minute. I’ll be able to fly before very long—if I can’t fly across the Broad Field to-night I’ll surely be able to do it in the morning.” He really did feel better. That was the funny part of it. It wasn’t long before he had his feathers all prinked up and his crest4 perked5 as sassy as if he were going courting.
“It’s too bad about those foolish mice,” he thought to himself. “The bad old weasel can live on them for a long time if there’s nobody else here to hunt them.” He thought harder than ever. “It would be nicer yet,” he said after another minute, “if the mice would go, too. Killer can’t eat clams6 and snails7 and bugs8 and roots and such things like the rest of us Woodsfolk. He’d have to go away.”
But how could Chaik do that—just one lone9 bluejay with a hurt wing? He kept on thinking, all the same; he thought so hard his head needed scratching. At last he began to have an idea. “Isn’t it a lucky thing they did leave me here? I can talk more bird and beast talk than any one else in all the Woods and Fields, except Miau the Catbird. I wish he’d happen along, I do. I could use him. If we could warn all the birds, Killer would never be able to catch one. But the mice——”
And just them someone did happen along. It wasn’t Miau, but—but, listen! It was the hoptoad! You know him—so terrible scary-ugly, but nice as anything—the one who found Nibble Rabbit’s lost bunny. Well, the hoptoad called, in his funny, gulpy11 voice, “Chirpy, Chaik Jay! Do you see anything of the rain?” He loves rain because it makes the wings of the bugs all waterlogged and it’s easy to catch them.
“It is?” asked Chaik eagerly. “Mice, oh, mice! How they hate it!” And he bounced on his perch13 until Croaker Toad stared with his big round eyes. But a lot Chaik cared!
He carried on at such a rate that a big saw-billed duck slanted14 down to see what was the matter. “It’s going to rain,” he sang, looking mischievously15 at the duck, his feathers all puffed16 out from laughing.
“Of course it’s going to rain,” quacked17 the duck, making a gawpy face with his long red bill that set Chaik giggling19 all over again. “It’s going to rain hard, and it’s going to rain soon. You won’t find it a laughing matter, old soggy feathers.” (A duck never forgets to tease the other birds about not having a nice water-proof coat, you know.) And off he flew.
But Chaik Jay didn’t care a wormy thorn apple what the duck thought about him. He was just waiting for a fieldmouse. The very first time he heard one stirring out in the thicket he called: “Hey! Who’s there? Is that you, Nibble Rabbit?” He knew it wasn’t Nibble, because Nibble had gone away, but he said it on purpose.
“No,” came the answer; “it’s Scritch Mouse.” But I tell you he felt kind of flattered at being taken for someone as big and important as a rabbit. “I haven’t seen or heard anything of him since this morning.”
“Chirk-cheree!” exclaimed Chaik impatiently. “I do wish he’d come. Won’t you peek20 in his hole for me and see if he’s there? I want to get along myself before it comes.”
“Before the rain, of course,” answered the clever bird. “Every one else has run away, but I was to wait and warn him. There’s the most terrible rain coming—I just heard about it from the saw-billed duck.” (No mouse would ever dare to ask questions of a saw-bill for himself—the bird would eat him as easy as quack18 at him, so Chaik went right on adding to it.) “The birds coming down from the north had to swim two days instead of flying. It’s going to flood these Woods and Fields from the Brushpile to the Robins’ Roosting Tree—maybe worse. It’s the worst——”
“Well,” interrupted the mouse, “it’s a funny thing nobody told us.”
“Oh, nobody told me not to tell you,” said Chaik. “But you haven’t been very friendly with the Woodsfolk lately, have you?”
Scritch ran as fast as his claws could catch on the ground. He went straight to the stump22 where Great-grandfather Fieldmouse, who’s so old his ears are crinkly, lives with all his family. Every one was taking an afternoon nap when he bounced right in and woke them. “Quick, quick!” he squeaked23. “An awful thing is happening. We must run!”
Great-grandfather Fieldmouse raised his rumply24 head and blinked at him. “Eh? What? Who’s that? Was any one chasing you?” he asked.
“No,” said Scritch. “It’s worse than that. Hurry! The rest of the Woodsfolk have gone already—every last one.”
“Ho, they left because they’re afraid of Killer the Weasel,” sniffed25 the old fieldmouse. “But we’re not going. He can’t eat many more of us than they do themselves. He isn’t like a bear who could tear this stump right open and kill us all—but you don’t know about that. Bears were long before your time.” They were long before Great-grandfather Fieldmouse’s time, too, but he’s always pretending. The fat old fellow set to combing his rumpled26 head with a stiff hind27 paw.
“That isn’t why they’ve gone,” squealed28 Scritch triumphantly29. “They just pretended that it was. They’ve gone because the ducks say there’s a terrible storm coming. They say they had to swim in it for two days instead of flying. They say Doctor Muskrat’s Pond is going to grow so fast it will swallow up the Woods and Fields, and we’ll all be drowned!”
“That’s what they tell you,” sneered30 the old mouse. “They don’t like to own up that they’re afraid of a little beast like Killer.”
“But they didn’t mean to. It was Chaik Jay. He thought I was Nibble Rabbit.” My, but wasn’t Scritch proud when he remembered Chaik took him for Nibble! “And Chaik said they didn’t warn us because we weren’t friends.”
“They didn’t, didn’t they?” snarled31 the old mouse. “We’ll show them if we’ll stay here and be drowned.” That settled it. In less than an hour Chaik saw the last mouse tail go trooping into the cornfield.
“Chay!” he laughed. “Now, Killer, you’ll have a hard time finding anything to eat around this pond. I’ll give you two days to go back to the Deep Woods where you belong. And you’ll be a whole lot thinner than when you came, old slinky-sides.”
It was true, there wasn’t a single bit of fur for Killer to put his teeth into when he woke up from his daytime sleep and went hunting. But Chaik was determined32 Killer wouldn’t make his supper off a bird, either. Every time one lit to drink at Doctor Muskrat’s Pond Chaik would send it away.
He told some one reason for leaving and some another, just whatever he thought would scare them the most. Once a whole flock of gorgeous little fellows swooped33 down and he was puzzled. They were warblers from the far-away south; they come up north every summer, but they live all by themselves and speak their own language, so none of the northern birds can talk to them at all. “Now, how in the world can I frighten those silly little spiggoty birds?” he mused34 with his head on one side, most discouraged. “They won’t listen to reason.”
Suddenly he began chuckling35 to himself. “If they can’t talk my talk they can’t talk the marsh36 hawk37’s, either.” He practised quietly for a minute or two. Then he began to shout the hawk’s hunting call. “Kee-yah!” he squawked. “Kee-yah!” And you should have heard those warblers flutter their wings. They flew off without even stopping to look behind them.
It was really a fine imitation. It fooled more than the scary little spiggoty birds. It fooled the marsh hawk himself. He woke up on his perch down in the bulrushes where he dozes38 until the mice begin to stir for their suppers. He thought surely it was one of his sons who was hunting with his mother over in the Big Marsh, on the far-away side of the Deep Woods, where the Woodsfolk think the sun goes to sleep. “What’s he doing here?” wondered the old bird. “Surely his mother never sent him to tell me we were going to start south ahead of the storm.” And up he flew, craning his neck all around and calling.
Of course Chaik knew better than to answer. He dropped down under the leaves of the pickery thorn tree of the Quail’s Thicket and hid from the hawk by scrambling39 around its trunk, keeping always on the opposite side of it. “Lucky thing for me Killer the Weasel isn’t on the prowl for me right now,” he thought. “I believe this is a poor place to sleep. These leaves will let in ever so much rain, and if the owls40 should take to hunting me from above and Killer from below they wouldn’t be very long about catching41 me.”
Just then his heart ’most stopped beating; he heard a rustling42 beneath him—right at the very foot of the tree he was hiding on. He squinched himself flat tight against the bark so he looked like nothing more than a bumpy43 knothole and peeked—into the smiling face of Tad Coon.
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thicket
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crest
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clams
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snails
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lone
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toad
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slanted
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puffed
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rumply
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sniffed
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snarled
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mused
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chuckling
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marsh
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hawk
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dozes
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scrambling
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owls
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catching
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rustling
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bumpy
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