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<h2>XIX</h2> <h3>MR. CROW'S APOLOGY</h3> It was lucky for Mr. Meadow Mouse that he had placed a little distance between himself and Grandfather Mole down in the gallery under the cornfield. For when Grandfather Mole rushed at him, Mr. Meadow Mouse had just enough lead to escape. He made for the open air as fast as he could scramble, knowing that Grandfather Mole could never catch him once he reached the great out-of-doors. Perhaps it was only natural that Grandfather Mole should have been angry with Mr. Meadow Mouse. Nobody likes to be accused of thieving—especially when he is innocent. And when the real corn thief (Mr. Meadow Mouse) declined to take the blame off Grandfather Mole's shoulders maybe his anger was not altogether uncalled-for. After all, Grandfather Mole was glad, in a way, that Mr. Meadow Mouse had got away from him. "It proves"—Grandfather Mole told himself—"it proves that Mr. Meadow Mouse is not only a thief: he's a coward as well." At the same time, any one that really knew old Mr. Crow couldn't have blamed Mr. Meadow Mouse for not wanting to follow Grandfather's suggestion. Grandfather Mole had asked Mr. Meadow Mouse to allow Mr. Crow to catch him with his mouth full of corn, so that Mr. Crow might know that it wasn't Grandfather Mole that was taking the seed corn, as Mr. Crow supposed. Mr. Meadow Mouse was too well acquainted with old Mr. Crow to get himself into any such fix as that. When he found himself above ground, after Grandfather Mole had chased him out of his galleries, Mr. Meadow Mouse felt so pleased with himself that he couldn't help telling his neighbors about his adventure. He boasted that he had been eating the seed corn out of the hills. And he declared that he didn't care if Mr. Crow heard of it himself. "It's no more his corn than mine," Mr. Meadow Mouse said. "It belongs to Farmer Green. And since he has never spoken to me about missing any, I don't believe he cares. Besides, I've often noticed that he drops more kernels in a hill than he expects will grow. And really I've been saving him the trouble of pulling up a good many young stalks." All this Mr. Meadow Mouse spread far and wide. And soon it reached the ears of old Mr. Crow. "Ha!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "So he's the thief! I'll have to teach him a lesson." It was Jasper Jay that had related the news to his cousin, old Mr. Crow. And now he asked, "What about Grandfather Mole? Don't you think you ought to apologize to him?" That was a strange thing for Jasper Jay to ask. He was the greatest rowdy in the woods, with shocking manners. Mr. Crow gave Jasper a sidewise glance. "Will you apologize for me?" he inquired. "I'm too busy to do it myself." "Certainly I will!" Jasper Jay cried. "Leave that to me!" And he hurried off at once to find Grandfather Mole. Jasper was lucky enough to see Grandfather Mole's head sticking out of the ground, when he reached the garden. "I have a message for you!" Jasper told him. "My cousin Mr. Crow—the old black rascal!—was going to punish you for stealing corn. But he has made other arrangements." "Mr. Crow"—Grandfather Mole spluttered—"Mr. Crow owes me an apology." "Not now, he doesn't!" Jasper disputed. "Why not?" Grandfather Mole cried. "Because I've just brought his apology and given it to you," Jasper Jay replied. But Grandfather Mole told him to be gone, and to take the apology away with him. "It's nothing but an insult!" Grandfather Mole declared. <hr class="chapter" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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