Yo' just fo'get all about
eggs! Do yo' hear what Ah say?"
Unc' Billy nodded that he did. But just the same he couldn't think of
anything else. He knew that old Mrs. Possum was right, and that it
wasn't safe to go fooling around Farmer Brown's hen-house and leaving
his tracks for everybody who came along to see. Just the same, Unc'
Billy felt that he had got to have a nice fresh egg. He had got to
have it. That is all there was about it.
As soon as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had gone to bed behind the Purple
Hills that night, Unc' Billy crept out of his home in the hollow tree.
"Where are yo' going?" demanded Mrs. Possum.
"Just to stretch the kinks out of mah legs," replied Unc' Billy.
Old Mrs. Possum looked after him suspiciously. "Don't yo' go fo' to do
any foolishness!" she called.
Unc' Billy didn't answer. He was on his way to Farmer Brown's
hen-house.
XVI
WHY UNC' BILLY POSSUM DIDN'T GO HOME
Unc' Billy Possum had a very good reason for not going home, a very good
reason, indeed. Even old Mrs. Possum would have thought it was a good
reason, could she have known it. But she didn't know it, and so she
sat in the home in the big hollow tree in the Green Forest and worried
herself almost sick, because Unc' Billy didn't come home, and she
didn't know what might have happened to him.
Sometimes Unc' Billy wished that he was back in the old hollow tree,
and sometimes he was glad that he was right where he was.
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