No, Sir, he didn't do it. The hen-house was warm and here
were some of the nicest nests of hay. He was tired after his long walk
from the Green Forest, for Unc' Billy had done so little walking this
winter that he was rather out of practice. Why not take a teeny, weeny
nap before he started back home?
Unc' Billy climbed to the very last nest in the topmost row, way up in
a dark corner. It hadn't been used for a long time, but it was full of
nice, soft hay. Unc' Billy curled himself up in it, and with a great
sigh of contentment, closed his eyes for that teeny, weeny nap. He
didn't open them again until he heard an angry voice right close to
him. He peeped out. It was broad daylight, and there, just below him,
was Farmer Brown's boy, looking at the empty egg-shells left by Unc'
Billy. Farmer Brown's boy was angry. Yes, indeed, he was very, very
angry. Unc' Billy shivered as he listened. Then he snuggled down out
of sight under the hay of the nest.
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UNC' BILLY POSSUM LIES LOW
Farmer Brown's boy was angry. Yes, Sir, he was angry. There was no
doubt about that. He had found the empty shells of the eggs which Unc'
Billy had eaten in the night, and Unc' Billy knew by the sound of his
voice that Farmer Brown's boy meant to find the thief.
It was a terrible position to be in, right there in the hen-house,
with no chance to run. Unc' Billy wished with all his might that he
had never thought of eggs, and that he was safe back home in the dear
old hollow tree in the Green Forest.
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