And
Frisky told Fatty Coon. And Fatty Coon told somebody else.
So the news traveled, until at last it reached the sharp ears of old Mr.
Crow.
By the time Mr. Crow heard the story it had grown amazingly. And it went
something like this: Farmer Green had bought a new trap in the village.
And he had nailed it on a tree to catch all sorts of animals and birds.
And after he had caught all the forest-folk in Pleasant Valley he
intended to take the trap to Swift River and set it for fish and eels
and turtles.
When Mr. Crow heard the news he _haw-hawed_ loudly.
"What are you laughing about?" Jasper Jay asked him. (It was Jasper who
repeated the story to Mr. Crow.) "You wouldn't think it was such a joke
if you were caught in the trap."
"Trap!" Mr. Crow sneered. "That's no trap. That's what's called a
_mail-box_. Every day a man with letters and newspapers drives over here
from the village. And he stops at the cross-roads and leaves something in
the box for Farmer Green."
As soon as he heard that, Jasper Jay flew away to tell everybody about
the mail-box. And at last Sandy Chipmunk heard the story.
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