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<h2>IV</h2> <h3>THE CONTEST</h3> "My cousin, Jasper Jay, has kindly consented to ask us some questions," Mr. Crow informed Daddy Longlegs. "And he will decide which of us makes the wiser answers." Buster Bumblebee, who was watching and listening, said: "That's hardly fair, it seems to me." But old Mr. Crow quickly told him that he was a stupid fellow and that he'd better keep still. And since a good many other people had frequently said the same thing to that young gentleman, Buster began to think there might be some truth in it. So he said nothing more. Meanwhile Daddy Longlegs beamed upon all the company. And Mr. Crow looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Then he said to Daddy, "I suppose you've no objection to this plan?" "It suits me very well," Daddy replied. "I thought it would," said old Mr. Crow with a smirk. And turning to his cousin, Jasper Jay, he remarked in a low voice that Daddy Longlegs was even duller than he had imagined. Then Jasper Jay announced that he would put the first question. And after he had heard Mr. Crow's opinion he would listen to Daddy Longlegs'. "When is the best time to plant corn?" Jasper then asked Mr. Crow, while the whole company craned their necks and strained their ears—for of course they didn't want to miss anything. Mr. Crow made no answer for a few moments. He appeared to be thinking deeply. But at last he looked up and said: "The best time to plant corn is as early as possible." A good many of those present exclaimed at once that that was a good answer. And a few clapped their hands. "What's your opinion?" Jasper Jay then asked, turning to Daddy Longlegs. Daddy Longlegs took off his hat, mopped his narrow forehead with his red bandanna, and then slowly nodded his head three times. "My answer is exactly the same as Mr. Crow's," he piped in his queer, thin, high voice. At that a look of displeasure passed quickly over the faces of the two cousins. And when little Mr. Chippy called on Jasper Jay to decide which was the better answer, Jasper looked really worried. "It's a tie this time," he said somewhat sourly. And while everybody was shouting, he and Mr. Crow withdrew to one side and whispered, which some considered to be rather bad manners. Soon Jasper and Mr. Crow returned to the eager throng. And Jasper now looked as brazen as ever. "I'll put the next question," he announced. "And Daddy Longlegs may answer first.... How many kernels of corn make a meal!" There wasn't a sound—except for Buster Bumblebee's buzzing—as Daddy Longlegs moved forward a few steps and held his hand behind his ear. "Speak louder!" somebody said to Jasper. "You know he's hard of hearing." So Jasper Jay repeated the question. But Daddy Longlegs only looked at him blankly. It was quite clear that he couldn't understand a single word that Jasper said. <hr class="chapter" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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