. James Crow is to be found among its
branches every moment of the day or night except when out in search of
food, the oak tree, the bend of the brook, and the land in that
immediate neighborhood have come to be known as "Crow's Corner," so
Mr. Bunny Rabbit declares, and there is no reason to doubt his word.

Mr. Bunny is a very old fellow. He never had any tail to speak of, and
in his younger days 'Squire Owl, whose wife and little ones were in
need of rabbit stew, decided to take Mr. Bunny home with him; but the
old fellow, who was very spry during the earlier portion of his life,
jumped into a thicket of thorn bushes so nimbly that the 'Squire only
succeeded in nipping about half an inch off poor Bunny's apology for a
tail. One of the old fellow's ears has been split into two pieces by
an over-eager hawk, and he has a great scar on his left side where Mr.
Reynard Fox snapped at him, but failed to get more than a small
mouthful after all.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Bunny has so many scars which tell of
hairbreadth escapes, and has been forced to run so many times for very
life, that no mistake can be made in setting him down as an old fellow
of vast experience, who could tell many an entertaining story of his
own adventures; and because he is ready and willing to talk at almost
any time to a friendly listener, I came to know about the Fur and
Feather Club, whose meeting place is at Crow's Corner.

Mr. Bunny is free to admit that Mr. James Crow is older than himself
and has seen very much more of the world than ever did any single
member of the Rabbit family, because of the ease with which he can
travel; but at the same time he declares, with many a sigh and groan
because of the wickedness of this world, that Mr. Crow often tells
stories in which is no truth whatever, and this he does in order to
make it appear that he is a bird of considerable importance in any
neighborhood where he may chance to be.

How the club at Crow's Corner was started Mr. Bunny cannot say. He
himself came upon it by mistake, while he was scurrying here and there
under every friendly bush and leaf in order to refuse an invitation to
dinner which 'Squire Owl was very eager he should accept, and when he
arrived at that particular place in the big woods Mr. Crow was telling
Cheeko Squirrel and two or three members of his family about the
wickedness of Mr. Weasel, who had just killed all Mrs. Thrush's
children.

'Squire Owl put an end to the m