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But when it came to eating, Fatty's courage never failed him. He would have tried to eat an elephant, if he had had the chance. Fatty did not stop to look long at that row of hams. He climbed a post that ran up the side of the house and he crept out along the pole from which the hams were hung. He stopped at the very first ham he came to. There was no sense in going any further.
Blackie was Fatty's brother for the mask on his face was just a little darker than the others'. Fluffy was one of Fatty's sisters, because her fur was just a little fluffier than the other children's. And Cutey was the other sister's name, because she was so quaint. Now, Fatty Coon was forever looking around for something to eat. He was never satisfied with what his mother brought home for him.
"Those are Farmer Green's tracks," she said, as soon as she could stop laughing long enough to speak. "What as big as that?" Fatty pointed at the huge prints in the snow. "Snowshoes!" Mrs. Coon said. "He was wearing snowshoes great frames made of thongs and sticks, to keep him from sinking into the snow." So that was all there was to Fatty's monster. Somehow, he was disappointed.
Fatty nodded. "Beneath the salt," said Slim. "Above it," came Fatty's correction. "I was born above it, and I've never travelled second class. First or steerage, but no intermediate in mine." "Yourself?" Whiskers queried of Slim. "In broken glass to the Queen, God bless her," Slim answered, solemnly, without snarl or sneer. "In the pantry?" Fatty insinuated.
It was Fatty's turn, and Blackie was shouting to him to stand aside and give him a chance. "I won't!" said Fatty. "I'm going to stay here just as long as I please." The words were hardly out of his mouth when he gave a sharp squeal, as if something hurt him. And he tried to pull his tail out of the hole. He wanted to get it out now. But alas! it would not come! It was caught fast!
And Fatty did not want to go there. So he hurried home to ask his mother what he had found. Mrs. Coon listened to Fatty's story. "I think it must be the monster that almost caught me in the road last summer," said Fatty, meaning the automobile that had given him a great fright. "Maybe he's come back again to catch Farmer Green and his family ... Do you suppose he's eaten them up?" Mrs.
You recollect them four bits, back in Las Vegas " The half-breed interrupted him with a grin and reaching into his shirt front withdrew a silver half-dollar which depended from his neck by a rawhide thong. "Oui, A'm don' git mooch chance to ferget dat four bit." "Well, then, you got to help me through with this here, like I helped you through when you stole Fatty's horse."
Then all of a sudden he heard an altogether different sort of noise more like a crash and a smash than a crack. "Glass!" that was it! "Hooray!" he shouted in delight, "now that Fatty's going to get it." But he was wrong. Fatty was too plump to hit a ball so hard. It was Dicky Means that had done it. And, like Fatty, he was always up to tricks, only usually Fatty planned them and Dicky did them.
Fatty pledged him sympathetically, and sympathetically drank out of his own small can. Bruce Cadogan Cavendish glared into the fire with implacable bitterness. He was a man who preferred to drink by himself. Across the thin lips that composed the cruel slash of his mouth played twitches of mockery that caught Fatty's eye.
I enjoyed myself first rate, an' upset a couple o' delivery wagons because they wouldn't make way for me, roped a runaway steer 'at had the whole town scared, an' chased a flat-head clear into the Palace Hotel for throwin' a pear at me. Fatty's brother confided to him that I was the best advertisement they'd ever had. Still I allus get weary o' doin' the same sort o' thing day after day.
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