The Tale of Major Monkey | Page 7

he hurried away.
When he had put some distance between himself and the nest, Major Monkey stopped to enjoy his breakfast. He was just on the point of opening the egg, when who should come up but old Mr. Crow.
The Major quickly hid his breakfast behind his back.
"Good morning!" said Mr. Crow. "I hope you are feeling better to-day."
"Oh, yes--thank you!" said Major Monkey. "I'm quite well again."
Mr. Crow's sharp eyes pierced him through and through.
"What are you holding behind you?" he asked bluntly.
The Major saw that he was caught.
"It's my breakfast," he confessed, giving Mr. Crow a quick glance at what was in his hand. "I--I found it," he said. "Wasn't I lucky?"
"A bird's egg!" Mr. Crow exclaimed disapprovingly. "What kind is it?"
"It's nothing but a Warbler's egg," Major Monkey replied.
The old gentleman smiled knowingly. And feeling more comfortable, Major Monkey opened his hand and gave Mr. Crow a good look at his prize.
"That's too big for a Warbler's egg!" Mr. Crow cried.
"I found it in a Warbler's nest," Major Monkey insisted.
"Were there any more like this one in the nest?" Mr. Crow asked.
"Oh, yes!" the Major answered.
"Were they as big as this egg?" Mr. Crow inquired.
Major Monkey explained that they were not.
"Just as I supposed!" the old gentleman exclaimed. "This isn't a Warbler's egg. It's a Cowbird's egg. And you've done that Warbler family a good turn by taking it out of their nest.
"I know Mrs. Cowbird," he went on. "She's too lazy to bring up her own children. So she sneaks through the woods and lays her eggs in other folk's nests.... I must tell of this," Mr. Crow added. "People will think very kindly of you when they hear what you have done."
But Major Monkey begged him not to mention the matter to anyone.
He pleaded so hard that at last Mr. Crow consented to keep the affair a secret between them. And Mr. Crow couldn't help thinking that Major Monkey was one of the most modest people he had ever met.
Then the Major opened the egg with great skill, and ate its contents without spilling a drop.
"Now," he said, "now I'm ready for business."

IX
The Major Has a Plan
"What is your business, if I may ask?" Mr. Crow inquired of Major Monkey.
"Lately I've been spending my time travelling," the Major replied. "But you know I'm a soldier. And while I'm in Pleasant Valley I intend to form an army."
Old Mr. Crow looked somewhat worried when he heard that.
"I hope you aren't going to guard the cornfield!" he said hastily.
Major Monkey set his fears at rest.
"We'll let Farmer Green do that," he said with a wink. "This is what we'll do: we'll band ourselves together and we'll fight any strangers that come to Pleasant Valley to live."
"That's not a bad plan," Mr. Crow remarked. "But it's lucky for you that you didn't form the army before you got here yourself--else we'd have had to fight you."
"Of course!" Major Monkey agreed. "But trust me not to make such a mistake as that."
"Who's going to be in the army?" Mr. Crow wanted to know.
"Everybody!" the Major answered, with a wave of the hand that took in the whole valley.
For as long as a minute old Mr. Crow was very thoughtful.
"I shall not care to be in it unless I can be a general," he announced at last.
"Why, certainly!" said Major Monkey. "Certainly you shall be a general, Mr. Crow."
Mr. Crow swelled himself up and looked as important as he could.
"Get everybody to come to the edge of the woods, near the pasture, early to-morrow morning," Major Monkey commanded.
"Aren't you going to do any of the work?" Mr. Crow demanded. "I thought generals didn't have to do anything except look wise."
"It's easier for you to get about than it is for me. But as soon as we have our army together I'll take entire charge of it," Major Monkey informed him.
Mr. Crow was satisfied. After all, it wouldn't really be work, he told himself, to fly around and tell the people the news. In fact, the more he thought about the plan the better he liked it.
So he bade Major Monkey good-by and hurried away.
When Mr. Crow had flown out of sight the Major rolled over and over on the ground. And then he climbed a tree and swung by his tail from a limb, while he made an odd, chuckling sound.
"A general!" he said. "General Crow! Why he never wore a uniform in all his life!"
On the following morning the field-and forest-folk began gathering at the edge of the woods near the pasture almost before it was light. And when Major Monkey left his snug bed in the haystack and went to the meeting-place he found an eager throng waiting for him.
Old Mr. Crow was flitting about, talking in a loud