The Tale of Major Monkey | Page 6

make him
act as he did.
"I--I'm not sure," Major Monkey replied. "It may be that I've eaten too many apples."

VII
The Major Has a Pain
The party had come to an end; nobody was left except old Mr. Crow and his friend Major
Monkey.
Mr. Crow himself was fast growing sleepy, for it was almost dark. And he wanted to fly
home and go to bed. But he hardly felt that he ought to leave just then.
There was no doubt that the Major was in great pain. He kept one hand pressed against
the lowest button of his short red coat. His cap was awry. And his wrinkled face showed
a careworn and anxious look.
"How many apples have you eaten to-day?" Mr. Crow asked his friend.
"I haven't the slightest idea," the Major answered. "After I had finished two dozen I lost
count."
"My goodness!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "It's no wonder you're ill.... We'll hurry over to the
pasture and see Aunt Polly Woodchuck, the herb doctor. She'll know what to do for you."
Major Monkey was more than willing. So they set out at once. The Major travelled
through the tree-tops where he could, while Mr. Crow flew slowly, alighting now and
then to wait for his friend to overtake him.
In a little while they came to the pasture. And Major Monkey was glad to find Aunt Polly
at home.
[Illustration: Aunt Polly Woodchuck Offered Him an Apple]
She was a wise old lady. She knew right away, without being told, that it was Major
Monkey--and not Mr. Crow--that was ill.
"You're in pain," she remarked to the Major. "I knew it the moment I set eyes on you."
Major Monkey moaned faintly.
"I hope you'll give me something to make me feel better," he wailed.
"I will," Aunt Polly Woodchuck promised. And putting her hand inside a basket that she

carried on her arm, she drew forth a red apple. "Here!" she said, "eat this!"
Major Monkey drew back.
"No!" he groaned. "I don't want any more apples. I've had too many already."
Aunt Polly Woodchuck shot a triumphant look at Mr. Crow.
"I thought so," she said. And she dropped the red apple back into her basket. "Now," she
went on, turning again to the Major, "I should like to ask whether you're fond of corn."
Old Mr. Crow stepped forward quickly.
"I object!" he cried. "The less said about corn, the better!"
Aunt Polly Woodchuck hastened to explain that she meant no offense to anyone.
"I merely wondered," she said, "whether you gave your guests corn to eat at your party."
"Certainly not!" Mr. Crow exploded. "Certainly not!" And he glared at the old lady as if
to say: "Change the subject--for pity's sake!"
"You're a stranger in these parts, I take it," Aunt Polly said, turning once more to Major
Monkey. "No doubt you've been used to eating different food from what you get
hereabouts."
"That's so," the Major admitted. "I've been living mostly on boiled rice, with a baked
potato now and then."
"Ah! Cooked food!" said Aunt Polly. "And if you had that sort of fare, you must have
been living with men."
The Major looked uneasy.
"I don't care to talk about my past," he murmured. "Just you give me something to warm
my stomach a bit. That's all I ask of you."
Well, Aunt Polly Woodchuck handed him some peppermint leaves.
"Chew these," she directed him. "And if you don't feel better to-morrow I'll lose my
guess."
Major Monkey put the leaves into his mouth and made a wry face.
"Haven't you a lump of sugar to make this dose taste better?" he asked her.
"There!" Aunt Polly cried. "You've been fed by men! I knew it all the time."
Major Monkey made no comment on her remark. And settling his cap firmly on his head

he said that he must be going.
So he and Mr. Crow went off.
"Where are you going to spend the night?" Mr. Crow asked him as soon as they were out
of Aunt Polly's hearing.
"That haystack is a good place," said the Major. "I believe I'll live there as long as I stay
in Pleasant Valley."
"It's not far from the farmhouse," Mr. Crow observed. "Perhaps you could steal--er--I
mean find a little cooked food there now and then."
"That's an idea," Major Monkey told him. But he did not explain whether he thought it a
good one or not.

VIII
A Secret
When Major Monkey awoke the following morning his pain had left him. Creeping from
the haystack where he had slept, he cast longing eyes at the red apples in the tree near-by.
But he remembered his trouble of the evening before. And he remembered likewise