eeting at that time, for Master Cheeko
and his little ones believed it necessary they should get under cover
in the shortest possible space of time; but when Mr. Bunny had more
leisure he went back to Crow's Corner and was speedily made a member
of the club.

"We don't have any regular hours for meeting," Mr. Bunny said while
first telling about the association. "When 'Squire Owl or Professor
Hawk have had such a big dinner that they forget to be hungry, we get
together around the tree, those of us who belong to the fur section,
with the associates of the feather department on the branches, and
then it is that you might hear some rare stories if you happened along
that way."

At that moment Mr. Bunny suddenly dropped his ears over his eyes and
began to laugh heartily, whereupon, as a matter of course, it seemed
proper to ask what had caused his mirth.

"I just happened to think of a rare trick Cheeko Squirrel played on
Mr. Crow not long ago, and there was a good deal of talk about
expelling him from the club; but everybody except Mr. Crow himself
thought it was so funny that they didn't have the heart to turn Cheeko
out, for he means well, as a general thing, even though he does spend
the most of his time scolding somebody or something.

"You see Cheeko had the idea that it was his duty to get square with
Mr. Crow because the old fellow gave him a downright talking to before
all the members of the club on account of his chattering so much while
the speeches were being made. It really wasn't to be wondered at that
Mr. Crow called him to order, for you know what a disturbance he makes
over nothing; but Cheeko thought he was abused, and didn't get more
than half the sleep he needed, on account of lying awake nights to
figure out how he could get the best of poor old Jimmy Crow.

"Well, one day while he was down near the pond where the Geese family
spend so much of their time dabbling around in the water in the most
foolish way you can imagine, Cheeko hit upon what he thought was a
great plan; but it turned out to be a very serious matter, or might
have been if 'Squire Owl hadn't interfered.

"Down at the pond lives an old fellow by the name of Slowly Turtle,
and between you and me, I don't think he has very much sense, although
you can't really say he is foolish. I suppose it takes him so long to
go from one place to another that he gets himself all mixed up with
watching out to see if he is moving. He isn't the kin