"You may tell me some more about the 'Coon and the 'Possum and the Old
Black Crow," said the Little Lady, settling herself comfortably and
indicating by the motion of her body that she wanted the Story Teller to
rock. "They lived in three big hollow limbs of a big hollow tree, you
know, and used to meet together sometimes in their parlor and talk."
Why, yes, of course. The Story Teller did know this colony, and
hurriedly tried to recall some one of their many adventures. Out of the
mists of that long ago time when all animals and men spoke one language
and mingled more or less sociably together came presently a dim memory
that cleared and brightened as it came, and took form at last in
something which the Story Teller told to the Little Lady as