<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>THE YOUNG RACCOONS GO TO A PARTY</h2>
<p>It was not very many nights after Big
Brother had tumbled from the maple-tree,
when he and the other children were
invited to a Raccoon party down by the
pond. The water was low, and in the
small pools by the shore there were
many fresh-water clams and small fishes,
such as Raccoons like best of all. A
family of six young Raccoons who lived
very near the pond had found them just
before sunrise, when they had to climb off
to bed. They knew there was much
more food there than they could eat
alone, so their mother had let them invite
their four friends who lived in the hollow
of the oak-tree. The party was to begin<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>
the next evening at moonrise, and the
four children who lived in the oak-tree
got their invitation just as they were going
to sleep for the day. They were
very much excited over it, for they had
never been to a party.</p>
<p>"I wish we could go now," said Big
Brother.</p>
<p>"Yes, lots of fun it would be now!"
answered Little Brother. "The sun is
almost up, and there are no clouds in the
sky. We couldn't see a thing unless we
shaded our eyes with our fore paws, and
if we had to use our fore paws in that
way we couldn't eat."</p>
<p>"You do eat at parties, don't you?"
asked Little Sister, who had not quite
understood what was said.</p>
<p>"Of course," shouted her brothers.
"That is what parties are for."</p>
<p>"I thought maybe you talked some,"
said Big Sister.</p>
<p>"I suppose you do have to, some," said<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span>
Big Brother, "but I know you eat. I've
heard people tell about parties lots of
times, and they always began by telling
what they ate. That's what makes it a
party."</p>
<p>"Oh, I wish it were night and time to
go," sighed Little Brother.</p>
<p>"I don't," said Little Sister. "I wouldn't
have any fun if I were to go now.
I'd rather wait until my stomach is
empty."</p>
<p>"There!" said their mother. "You
children have talked long enough. Now
curl down and go to sleep. The birds
are already singing their morning songs,
and the Owls and Bats were dreaming
long ago. It will make night-time come
much sooner if you do not stay awake."</p>
<p>"We're not a bit sleepy," cried all the
young Raccoons together.</p>
<p>"That makes no difference at all," said
their mother, and she spoke quite sternly.
"Cuddle down for the day now, cover<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span>
your eyes, and stop talking. I do not
say you must sleep, but you must stop
talking."</p>
<p>They knew that when she spoke in that
way and said "must," there was nothing
to do but to mind. So they cuddled
down, and every one of them was asleep
before you could drop an acorn. Mother
Raccoon had known it would be so.</p>
<p>When they awakened, early the next
night, each young Raccoon had to make
himself look as neat as possible. There
were long fur to be combed, faces and
paws to be washed, and twenty-three
burrs to be taken out of Little Brother's
tail. He began to take them out himself,
but his mother found that whenever he
got one loose he stuck it onto one of the
other children, so she scolded him and
made him sit on a branch by himself while
she worked at the burrs. Sometimes she
couldn't help pulling the fur, and then
he tried to wriggle away.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You've got enough out," he cried.
"Let the rest go."</p>
<p>"You should have thought sooner how
it would hurt," she said. "You have
been told again and again to keep away
from the burrs, and you are just as careless
as you were the first night you left
the tree." Then she took out another
burr and dropped it to the ground.</p>
<p>"Ouch!" said he. "Let me go!"</p>
<p>"Not until I am done," she answered.
"No child of mine shall ever go to a party
looking as you do."</p>
<p>After that Little Brother tried to hold
still, and he had time to think how glad
he was that he hadn't stuck any more
burrs on the other children. If he had
gotten more onto them, he would have
had to wait while they were pulled off
again, and then they might have been
late for the party. If he had been very
good, he would have been glad they
didn't have to be hurt as he was. But he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span>
was not very good, and he never thought
of that.</p>
<p>When he was ready at last, Mother
Raccoon made her four children sit in a
row while she talked to them. "Remember
to walk on your toes," said she,
"although you may stand flat-footed if
you wish. Don't act greedy if you can
help it. Go into the water as much as
you choose, but don't try to dive, even if
they dare you to. Raccoons can never
learn to dive, no matter how well they
swim. And be sure to wash your food
before you eat it."</p>
<p>All the young Raccoons said "Yes'm,"
and thought they would remember every
word. The first moonbeam shone on
the top of the oak-tree, and Mrs. Raccoon
said: "Now you may go. Be good
children and remember what I told you.
Don't stay too long. Start home when
you see the first light in the east."</p>
<p>"Yes'm," said the young Raccoons,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</SPAN></span>
as they walked off very properly toward
the pond. After they were well away
from the oak-tree, they heard their mother
calling to them: "Remember to
walk on your toes!"</p>
<p>Raccoons cannot go very fast, and the
moon was shining brightly when they
reached the pond and met their six friends.
Such frolics as they had in the shallow
water, swimming, twisting, turning, scooping
up food with their busy fore paws,
going up and down the beach, and rolling
on the sand! They never once remembered
what their mother had told
them, and they acted exactly as they had
been in the habit of doing every day.
Big Brother looked admiringly at his
own tail every chance he got, although
he had been told particularly not to act
as if he thought himself fine-looking.
Little Brother rolled into a lot of sand-burrs
and got his fur so matted that he
looked worse than ever. Big Sister<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</SPAN></span>
snatched food from other Raccoons, and
not one of them remembered about walking
on tiptoe. Little Sister ate half
the time without washing her food. Of
course that didn't matter when the food
was taken from the pond, but when they
found some on the beach and ate it without
washing—that was dreadful. No
Raccoon who is anybody at all will do
that.</p>
<p>The mother of the family of six looked
on from a tree near by. The children
did not know that she was there. "What
manners!" said she. "I shall never have
them invited here again." Just then she
saw one of her own sons eat without
washing his food, and she groaned out
loud. "My children are forgetting too,"
she said. "I have told him hundreds of
times that if he did that way every day
he would do so at a party, but he has
always said he would remember."</p>
<p>The mother of the four young Rac<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</SPAN></span>coons
was out hunting and found herself
near the pond. "How noisy those children
are!" she said to herself. "Night
people should be quiet." She tiptoed
along to a pile of rocks and peeped between
them to see what was going on.
She saw her children's footprints on the
sand. "Aha!" said she. "So they did
walk flat-footed after all."</p>
<p>She heard somebody scrambling down
a tree near by. "Good-evening," said a
pleasant Raccoon voice near her. It was
the mother of the six. "Are you watching
the children's party?" asked the newcomer.
"I hope you did not notice how
badly my son is behaving. I have tried
to teach my children good manners, but
they will be careless when I am not
looking, and then, of course, they forget
in company."</p>
<p>That made the mother of the four feel
more comfortable. "I know just how
that is," said she. "Mine mean to be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</SPAN></span>
good, but they are so careless. It is
very discouraging."</p>
<p>The two mothers talked for a long time
in whispers and then each went to her hole.</p>
<p>When the four young Raccoons came
home, it was beginning to grow light, and
they kept close together because they
were somewhat afraid. Their mother
was waiting to see them settled for the
day. She asked if they had a good time,
and said she was glad they got home
promptly. They had been afraid she
would ask if they had washed their food
and walked on their toes. She even
seemed not to notice Little Brother's
matted coat.</p>
<p>When they awakened the next night,
the mother hurried them off with her
to the same pond where they had been
to the party. "I am going to visit with
the mother of your friends," said she,
"and you may play around and amuse
yourselves."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The young Raccoons had another fine
time, although Little Brother found it
very uncomfortable to wear so many
burrs. They played tag in the trees, and
ate, and swam, and lay on the beach.
While they were lying there, the four
from the oak-tree noticed that their
mother was walking flat-footed. There
was bright moonlight and anybody might
see her. They felt dreadfully about it.
Then they saw her begin to eat food
which she had not washed. They were
so ashamed that they didn't want to look
their friends in the eye. They didn't
know that their friends were feeling in
the same way because they had seen their
mother doing ill-mannered things.</p>
<p>After they reached home, Big Brother
said, very timidly, to his mother: "Did
you know you ate some food without
washing it?"</p>
<p>"Oh, yes," she answered; "it is such a
bother to dip it all in water."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"And you walked flat-footed," said Little
Brother.</p>
<p>"Well, why shouldn't I, if I want to?"
said she.</p>
<p>The children began to cry: "P-people
will think you don't know any b-better,"
said they. "We were d-dreadfully
ashamed."</p>
<p>"Oh!" said their mother. "Oh! Oh!
So you think that my manners are not so
good as yours! Is that it?"</p>
<p>The young Raccoons looked at each
other in a very uncomfortable way. "We
suppose we don't always do things right
ourselves," they answered, "but you are
grown up."</p>
<p>"Yes," replied their mother. "And
you will be."</p>
<p>For a long time nobody spoke, and
Little Sister sobbed out loud. Then Mrs.
Raccoon spoke more gently: "The sun
is rising," said she. "We will go to sleep
now, and when we awaken to-morrow<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</SPAN></span>
night we will try to have better manners,
so that we need not be ashamed of each
other at parties or at home."</p>
<p>Long after the rest were dreaming,
Big Sister nudged Big Brother and
awakened him. "I understand it now,"
she said. "She did it on purpose."</p>
<p>"Who did what?" asked he.</p>
<p>"Why, our mother. She was rude on
purpose to let us see how it looked."</p>
<p>Big Brother thought for a minute.
"Of course," said he. "Of course she
did! Well she won't ever have to do it
again for me."</p>
<p>"Nor for me," said Big Sister. Then
they went to sleep.</p>
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