The Tale of Major Monkey | Page 4

Arthur Scott Bailey
have to find some other place for me to hide," the Major announced. "I don't want
to stay in this tree all day, for I shouldn't like to disturb a gentleman's rest."
Mr. Crow pondered for a few moments.

"You see that old haystack?" he said at last, pointing across the fields. "Go and burrow
under that. And be back here exactly an hour before sunset."
Major Monkey saluted.
"That suits me," he said. And then he turned and scurried down to the ground, leaped
quickly upon the fence, and galloped off along the topmost rails.
* * * * *
Mr. Crow spent a very busy day inviting everybody to his party, to meet his old friend,
Major Monkey.
"He's a famous soldier," Mr. Crow explained, when people asked him questions. "And I
hope you'll all wear your best clothes, because the Major himself is very handsomely
dressed. There's gold braid on his coat, and on his cap, too."
The old gentleman talked so much about the Major's uniform that a good many of the
neighbors thought that Mr. Crow ought to postpone his party for a few days, until they
could get Mr. Frog, the tailor, to make them some new clothes.
But Mr. Crow wouldn't listen to them.
"No!" he said. "We mustn't wait. My friend the Major is a great traveller. There's no
knowing when he will take it into his head to move on. And if you want to meet him
there's no time like the present."
Well, people were so busy getting ready for the party that there was a great flurry
everywhere all day long--except at the haystack, where Major Monkey was hiding. And
even he did not have so dull a time as you might suppose.
Luckily, he had discovered a lone apple tree near-by. And being fond of fruit he crept out
of the haystack every few minutes and gathered apples.
What he could eat, he ate greedily. And what he couldn't he hid under the stack.
And on the whole, he had rather a pleasant time.

V
Meeting Major Monkey
Everybody was prompt when the hour came for Mr. Crow's party. In fact, everybody was
ahead of time. Old Mr. Crow had talked so much about his old friend Major Monkey and
the Major's gold-braided uniform that people simply couldn't wait to see the stranger and
his fine clothes.

There was just one difficulty: the Major himself was not on hand.
Old Mr. Crow began to be terribly worried. But he tried not to let anybody know that he
was disturbed.
"He'll be here soon," he said when people asked him where Major Monkey was. "I've
never known my friend the Major to break an engagement. He's a bit late--that's all. I
only hope he isn't lost. You know he's a stranger in these parts."
Now, Mr. Crow was sitting in a tree, gazing toward the haystack in the distance, where he
had told the Major to hide. And he had hardly finished speaking when a big red apple
struck the tree just above his head with a loud smack and broke into bits.
Mr. Crow jumped. And so did everybody else. But before the party had time to scatter,
Major Monkey peeped from behind a neighboring tree and uttered a piercing whistle.
"Don't go, friends!" Mr. Crow cried to his companions. "Here he is now! Here's Major
Monkey himself.... That's only one of his jokes," he added, for he noticed that some of his
cronies appeared somewhat nervous.
Major Monkey drew nearer. His face bore a wide grin; while in his hand he clutched
another red apple, which he threatened playfully to throw at the company.
"Don't do that, Major!" Mr. Crow called. "You might get hungry, you know. And if you
do, you can eat that apple."
Major Monkey touched his cap to Mr. Crow. He seemed to think that was good advice,
for he lowered the hand that held the apple.
On hearing Mr. Crow's suggestion the whole company began to laugh. They seemed to
think that Mr. Crow was joking.
"Who ever heard of anybody going hungry at a party?" Fatty Coon exclaimed. And
turning to Mr. Crow, he asked him where the refreshments were.
The old gentleman seemed taken aback.
"I declare," he gasped, "I forgot to tell you all to have your refreshments before you
came."
"Isn't there going to be anything to eat?" Fatty Coon asked him anxiously.
Mr. Crow shook his head.
"It really doesn't matter," he said, talking very fast. "You know, I invited everybody to
meet my old friend, Major Monkey. And here he is, all ready to tell you about his travels.
But first we'll have a little music."
It was now the Major's turn to look uneasy.

"Music!" he echoed.
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