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In his opinion, Buddy Brown-Thrasher was the most annoying of all the feathered songsters. He often went out of his way to interrupt Buddy's evening-song. Well, it is not surprising that Buddy Brown-Thrasher should be upset by Jasper Jay's provoking visits.
The first thing that Buddy Brown-Thrasher did then was to seek his favorite perch in the very top of his own special tree and sing a morning-song that was more joyous than ever. That was because he was happier than he had been for a long time ever since Jasper Jay had been annoying him. When he had sung his song fourteen times, Buddy ate a hearty breakfast.
If he had merely talked with Jasper, and asked him if he wouldn't please do differently, Buddy Brown-Thrasher would have received no more than a jeering shout in reply. Naturally, he hoped for something more satisfactory than that. "WHAT can you do?" the other feathered folk asked Buddy Brown-Thrasher, when he complained about Jasper Jay's rudeness in interrupting his singing.
And though Jasper Jay showed a very sulky face to everybody for several days, it was a long time before he spoiled any songs that he happened to hear. And he never annoyed Buddy Brown-Thrasher again. Morning and evening Buddy went to his favorite perch and sang to his heart's content. For Jasper Jay had learned a lesson at last. JASPER JAY was not the only bird that liked beechnuts.
And even before the noisy Jasper had left, Buddy Brown-Thrasher began to lay his plans for putting a stop to Jasper's unpleasant trick. By the time he fell asleep Buddy knew exactly what he was going to do the next day. The following morning Buddy Brown-Thrasher was up bright and early even earlier than was his habit.
And as soon as his friends heard his plan, they all told him that it was a good one and that they would be glad to do what they could to teach Jasper Jay better manners. THE morning was not gone before Jasper Jay had four callers. There was Bobbie Bobolink, Jolly Robin, Miss Kitty Catbird and Buddy Brown-Thrasher.
Everybody exclaimed that Jasper was a ridiculous fellow. "The committee that invited me to come here told me that I might sing as much as I wanted to. And here you've gone and stopped me!" Jasper Jay complained. Then Buddy Brown-Thrasher cried out in a clear voice that Jasper wasn't trying his best, as he had promised the committee he would.
Feeling as sprightly as he did, he found his appetite unusually keen. And when at last he had finished his meal he went straight off to make calls upon his friends. Now, it was no accident that all those upon whom Buddy Brown-Thrasher called that morning belonged to the Pleasant Valley Singing Society. You see, Buddy needed help in order to teach Jasper Jay a lesson.
Often other birds some distance away would cease their own music just to enjoy his, for it was very beautiful. If a wooden Indian had roamed through the woods where Buddy Brown-Thrasher was singing, he would have stopped to listen. Nobody could have helped doing that. At least, nobody could have helped listening except Jasper Jay.
"In fact," said Buddy, "I'm quite sure he's trying his worst." Jasper Jay looked quite fierce when he heard that remark. "It's not so and you can't prove it!" he screamed. The little leader turned to Buddy Brown-Thrasher and said: "What have you to say to that?" This was what Buddy Brown-Thrasher had been waiting for.
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