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"Bowser the Hound will have to be smarter than he is now befo' he can worry me, Ah reckon," said Unc' Billy Possum scornfully. "It isn't Bowser the Hound; it's Farmer Brown's boy and his gun!"
'Possum wondered very rapidly what would stop them, and just then he saw a little tree ahead, right at the side of the road, and he thought that would probably do it. He couldn't think of anything but that, and he steered for the tree as straight as he could, which wasn't so very straight, for he hit it on the bias. Still, that was enough to stop the car, but not the people in it. Mr.
"Between old Aunt Timmie's declaration that it'll smell like heliotrope and taste like possum the year 'round, and Uncle Zack swearing it's just a big race track where everybody's horse will win, and doubtless the Colonel's word for it that it's a perpetual spring flowing with ice-cold mint juleps, I quite despair of the child's salvation. How have you been picturing it?"
He put it in the pie, to pull out the plum, but it won't come out neither the plum nor the thumb. They are stuck fast for some reason or other. I wish you'd go for Dr. Possum, so he can help us." "I will," said Uncle Wiggily. "But is Jack Horner sitting in a corner, as it says in the book?" "Oh, he's doing that all right," answered Mother Goose.
The sound was really continuous, and could hardly be made by the passage of any animal mink, skunk, weasel, 'coon, 'possum or even muskrat. Then it must be some sort of snake that was gliding along close by him. Again did the boy feel a sense of repulsion.
"Don' yo'all think that yo'all have joked enough?" asked Unc' Billy, trying hard to keep from chuckling aloud. A cry of "Thief" stopped right in the middle, and two sharp eyes looked down in surprise at Unc' Billy. "Why, Unc' Billy Possum! What are yo'all doing way up here?" cried the owner of the long tail and sharp eyes. "This is mah home now. Ah done moved up here," replied Unc' Billy.
Hardly had Jimmy Skunk entered the hole under Farmer Brown's henhouse, following close on the heels of Unc' Billy Possum, than along came Bowser the Hound, sniffing and sniffing in a way that made Unc' Billy nervous. When Bowser reached that hole, of course he smelled the tracks of Unc' Billy and Jimmy, and right away he became excited. He began to dig. Goodness, how he did make the dirt fly!
"Well," he said, "you may remember my telling you once about the moon being a world, and how, a long time ago, my folks used to live there, and all slid off one day, when the moon tipped up on its edge, and they were not holding on." Mr. 'Possum said that he remembered quite well, and that Mr. Rabbit's story had seemed to explain everything at the time.
It was a pleasant spring evening, and the 'Coon and 'Possum and the Old Black Crow were sitting outside after supper, and somebody had just remarked that it was a good while since they had seen Jack Rabbit, when Mr. Rabbit himself happened along and, for the first time they could remember, brought somebody with him.
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