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<h3> XII </h3>
<h3> WHY BOBBY COON WASHES HIS FOOD </h3>
<p>Happy-Go-Lucky Bobby Coon sat on the edge of the Laughing Brook just as
round, red Mr. Sun popped up from behind the Purple Hills and Old
Mother West Wind turned all her Merry Little Breezes out to romp on the
Green Meadows.</p>
<p>Bobby Coon had been out all night. You see Bobby Coon is very apt to
get into mischief, and because usually it is safer to get into mischief
under cover of the darkness Bobby Coon prefers the night wherein to go
abroad. Not that Bobby Coon is really bad! Oh my, no! Everybody
likes Bobby Coon. But he can no more keep out of mischief than a duck
can keep out of water.</p>
<p>So Bobby Coon sat on the edge of the Laughing Brook and he was very
busy, very busy indeed. He was washing his breakfast. Really, it was
his dinner, for turning night into day just turns everything
topsy-turvy. So Bobby Coon eats dinner when most of the little meadow
people are eating breakfast.</p>
<p>This morning he was very busy washing a luscious ear of sweet corn just
in the milk. He dipped it in the water and with one little black paw
rubbed it thoroughly. Then he looked it over carefully before, with a
sigh of contentment, he sat down to put it in his empty little stomach.
When he had finished it to the last sweet, juicy kernel, he ambled
sleepily up the Lone Little Path to the big hollow chestnut tree where
he lives, and in its great hollow in a soft bed of leaves Bobby Coon
curled himself up in a tight little ball to sleep the long, bright day
away.</p>
<p>One of the Merry Little Breezes softly followed him. When he had
crawled into the hollow chestnut and only his funny, ringed tail hung
out, the Merry Little Breezes tweaked it sharply just for fun, and then
danced away down the Lone Little Path to join the other Merry Little
Breezes around the Smiling Pool.</p>
<p>"Oh! Grandfather Frog," cried a Merry Little Breeze, "tell us why it
is that Bobby Coon always washes his food. He never eats it where he
gets it or takes it home to his hollow in the big chestnut, but always
comes to the Laughing Brook to wash it. None of the other meadow
people do that."</p>
<p>Now Great-Grandfather Frog is counted very wise. He is very, very old
and he knows the history of all the tribes of little meadow people way
back to the time when the frogs ruled the world.</p>
<p>When the Merry Little Breeze asked him why Bobby Coon always washes his
food, Grandfather Frog stopped to snap up a particularly fat, foolish,
green fly that came his way. Then, while all the Merry Little Breezes
gathered around him, he settled himself on his big green lily pad and
began:</p>
<p>"Once upon a time, when the world was young, old King Bear ruled in the
Green Forest. Of course old Mother Nature, who was even more beautiful
then than she is now, was the real ruler, but she let old King Bear
think he ruled so long as he ruled wisely.</p>
<p>"All the little Green Forest folk and all the little people of the
Green Meadows used to take presents of food to old King Bear, so that
he never had to hunt for things to eat. He grew fatter and fatter and
fatter until it seemed as if his skin must burst. And the fatter he
grew the lazier he grew."</p>
<p>Grandfather Frog paused with an expectant far-away look in his great
bulging eyes. Then he leaped into the air so far that when he came
down it was with a great splash in the Smiling Pool. But as he swam
back to his big lily pad the leg of a foolish green fly could be seen
sticking out of one corner of his big mouth, and he settled himself
with a sigh of great contentment.</p>
<p>"Old King Bear," continued Grandfather Frog, just as if there had been
no interruption, "grew fatter and lazier every day, and like a great
many other fat and lazy people who have nothing to do for themselves
but are always waited on by others, he grew shorter and shorter in
temper and harder and harder to please.</p>
<p>"Now perhaps you don't know it, but the Bear family and the Coon family
are very closely related. In fact, they are second cousins. Old Mr.
Coon, Bobby Coon's father with a thousand greats tacked on before, was
young then, and he was very, very proud of being related to old King
Bear. He began to pass some of his old playfellows on the Green
Meadows without seeing them. He spent a great deal of time brushing
his coat and combing his whiskers and caring for his big ringed tail.
He held his head very high and he put on such airs that pretty soon he
could see no one at all but members of his own family and of the royal
family of Bear.</p>
<p>"Now as old King Bear grew fat and lazy he grew fussy, so that he was
no longer content to take everything brought him, but picked out the
choicest portions for himself and left the rest. Mr. Coon took charge
of all the things brought as tribute to old King Bear and of course
where there were so many goodies left he got all he wanted without
working.</p>
<p>"So just as old King Bear had grown fat and lazy and selfish, Mr. Coon
grew fat and lazy and selfish. Pretty soon he began to pick out the
best things for himself and hide them before old King Bear saw them.
When old King Bear was asleep he would go get them and stuff himself
like a greedy pig. And because he was stealing and wanted no one to
see him he always ate his stolen feasts at night.</p>
<p>"Now old Mother Nature is, as you all know, very, very wise, oh very
wise indeed. One of the first laws she made when the world was young
is that every living thing shall work for what it has, and the harder
it works the stronger it shall grow. So when Old Mother Nature saw how
fat and lazy and selfish old King Bear was getting and how fat and lazy
and dishonest his cousin, Mr. Coon, was becoming, she determined that
they should be taught a lesson which they would remember for ever and
ever and ever.</p>
<p>"First she proclaimed that old King Bear should be king no longer, and
no more need the little folks of the Green Forest and the little people
of the Green Meadows bring him tribute.</p>
<p>"Now when old Mother Nature made this proclamation old King Bear was
fast asleep. It was just on the edge of winter and he had picked out a
nice warm cave with a great pile of leaves for a bed. Old Mother
Nature peeped in at him. He was snoring and probably dreaming of more
good things to eat. 'If he is to be king no longer, there is no use in
waking him now,' said old Mother Nature to herself, 'he is so fat and
so stupid. He shall sleep until gentle Sister South Wind comes in the
spring to kiss away the snow and ice. Then he shall waken with a lean
stomach and a great appetite and there shall be none to feed him.'</p>
<p>"Now old Mother Nature always has a warm heart and she was very fond of
Bobby Coon's grandfather a thousand times removed. So when she saw
what a selfish glutton and thief he had become she decided to put him
to sleep just as she had old King Bear. But first she would teach Mr.
Coon that stolen food is not the sweetest.</p>
<p>"So old Mother Nature found some tender, juicy corn just in the milk
which Mr. Coon had stolen from old King Bear. Then she went down on
the Green Meadows where the wild mustard grows and gathering a lot of
this she rubbed the juice into the corn and then put it back where Mr.
Coon had left it.</p>
<p>"Now I have told you that it was night when Mr. Coon had his stolen
feasts, for he wanted no one to see him. So no one was there when he
took a great bite of the tender, juicy corn old Mother Nature had put
back for him. Being greedy and a glutton, he swallowed the first
mouthful before he had fairly tasted it, and took a second, and then
such a time as there was on the edge of the Green Forest! Mr. Coon
rolled over and over with both of his forepaws clasped over his stomach
and groaned and groaned and groaned. He had rubbed his eyes and of
course had got mustard into them and could not see. He waked up all
the little Green Forest folk who sleep through the night, as good
people should, and they all gathered around to see what was the matter
with Mr. Coon.</p>
<p>"Finally old Mother Nature came to his relief and brought him some
water. Then she led him to his home in the great hollow in the big
chestnut tree, and when she had seen him curled up in a tight little
ball among the dried leaves she put him into the long sleep as she had
old King Bear.</p>
<p>"In the spring, when gentle Sister South Wind kissed away all the snow
and ice, old King Bear, who was king no longer, and Mr. Coon awoke and
both were very thin, and both were very hungry, oh very, very hungry
indeed. Old King Bear, who was king no longer, wasn't the least mite
fussy about what he had to eat, but ate gladly any food he could find.</p>
<p>"But Mr. Coon remembered the burning of his stomach and mouth and could
not forget it. So whenever he found anything to eat he first took it
to the Laughing Brook or the Smiling Pool and washed it very carefully,
lest there be some mustard on it.</p>
<p>"And ever since that long ago time, when the world was young, the Coon
family has remembered that experience of Mr. Coon, who was second
cousin to old King Bear, and that is why Bobby Coon washes his food,
travels about at night, and sleeps all winter," concluded Grandfather
Frog, fixing his great goggle eyes on a foolish green fly headed his
way.</p>
<p>"Oh thank you, thank you, Grandfather Frog," cried the Merry Little
Breezes as they danced away over the Green Meadows. But one of them
slipped back long enough to get behind the foolish green fly and blow
him right up to Grandfather Frog's big lily pad.</p>
<p>"Chug-a-rum," said Grandfather Frog, smacking his lips.</p>
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