The merry little breezes of Old Mother Westwind are great friends of Striped Chipmunk. They hurry to call on him the very first thing every morning after Old Mother Westwind has brought them down from the purple hills. They always beg him to stop and play with them, but often he refuses.  No, sir, they never get cross. If anything, they think just a little bit more of Striped Chipmunk because he won't play. You see, they know that the reason he won't play is because he has work to do and Striped Chipmunk believes and says, When there is work for me to do, the sooner is started, sooner through. So every morning they ask him to play and every morning they laugh when he says he has too much to do. Then they rumple up his hair and pull his whiskers and give him last tag and race down to the smiling pool to see Grandfather Frog and beg him for a story. Now Grandfather Frog is very old and very wise and he knows all about the days when the world was young. When he is feeling just right, he dearly loves to tell about those long ago days.  Oh Grandfather Frog, please do tell us why it is that Striped Chipmunk has such beautiful stripes on his coat, begged one of the merry little breezes. Chagaram, they are stripes of honour, replied Grandfather Frog in his deep and gruff voice. Honour? Oh how lovely, do tell us about it, please do. Begged the merry little breezes. Chagaram, began Grandfather Frog, his big gogly eyes twinkling. Once upon a time when the world was young, old Mr. Chipmunk, the grandfather a thousand times removed of Striped Chipmunk, lived very much as Striped Chipmunk does now. He was always very busy, very busy indeed, and it was always about his own affairs. By attending strictly to my own business, I have no time to meddle with the affairs of my neighbours and so I keep out of trouble, said old Mr. Chipmunk. Just what Striped Chipmunk says now? Broken one of the merry little breezes. That shows that he is just as wise as was his grandfather a thousand times removed about whom I am telling you, replied Grandfather Frog. Old Mr. Chipmunk wore just a little plain brown coat. It didn't worry him a bit, not a bit, that his coat was just plain brown. It kept him just as warm as if it were a beautiful red like that of Mr. Fox or handsome black and white like that of Mr. Skunk. He was perfectly satisfied with his little plain brown coat and took the best of care of it. One day, as he was hurrying home to dinner, he climbed up on an old stump to look around and make sure that the way was clear. Over in the little path in the meadow grass was walking old Mr. Meadowmouse. He was strolling along as if there was nothing in the world to fear. Way behind him in the same little path walking very fast but very quietly was big Mr. Bobcat. His eyes were yellow and a hungry look was in them. He didn't see Mr. Meadowmouse but he would in a few minutes. Mr. Chipmunk saw that he would and that there was no place for Mr. Meadowmouse to hide. Humph! I never met in another people's affairs and this is none of my business," said little Mr. Chipmunk. But old Mr. Meadowmouse was a friend. He thought a great deal of Mr. Meadowmouse did little Mr. Chipmunk. He couldn't bear to think of what would happen to Mr. Meadowmouse if big Mr. Bobcat should catch him. Then almost without realizing what he was doing little Mr. Chipmunk began to shout at big Mr. Bobcat and to call him names. Of course big Mr. Bobcat looked up right away and saw little Mr. Chipmunk sitting on the old stump. His eyes grew yellower and yellower. He drew his lips back from his long sharp teeth in a very angry way and his little Bobtail twitched and twitched. Then with great leaps he came straight for the old stump on which little Mr. Chipmunk was sitting. Little Mr. Chipmunk didn't wait for him to get there. Oh my! No! He took one good look at those fierce, hungry yellow eyes and long, cruel teeth and then he whisked into a hole in the old stump. You see, there wasn't time to go anywhere else. Big Mr. Bobcat found the hole in the stump right away. He snarled when he saw it. You see, it was too small, very much too small for him to get into himself. But he could get one hand and arm in and he did, feeling all around inside for little Mr. Chipmunk. Little Mr. Chipmunk was frightened almost to death. Yes sir, he was frightened almost to death. He made himself just as flat as he could on the bottom of the hollow and held his breath. You'd better come out of there, Mr. Chipmunk or I'll pull you out, snarled Mr. Bobcat.  Yes sir, it stood right up on end. He was so scared. When it did that, it tickled the claws of Mr. Bobcat. Mr. Bobcat grinned.  Then he reached in a little farther and made a grab for little Mr. Chipmunk. His widespread sharp claws caught in little Mr. Chipmunk's coat near the neck and tore little strips the whole length of it. Of course little Mr. Chipmunk squealed with pain for those claws hurt dreadfully, but he was glad that his coat tore. If it hadn't, Mr. Bobcat would surely have pulled him out. After a long time Mr. Bobcat gave up and went off, growling and snarling. When he thought it was safe, little Mr. Chipmunk crawled out of the old stump and hurried home. He ached and smarted terribly and his little plain brown coat was torn in long strips. This is what I get for meddling in the affairs of other folks, said little Mr. Chipmunk bitterly. If I had just minded my own business, it wouldn't have happened. Just then he happened to look over to the house of Mr. Meadowmouse.  He didn't know a thing about what his neighbour, little Mr. Chipmunk, had done for him, for you remember he hadn't seen Mr. Bobcat at all. Little Mr. Chipmunk grinned as well as he could for the pain. I'm glad I did it, he muttered. Yes sir, I'm glad I did it, and I'm glad that neighbour Meadowmouse doesn't know about it. I'm glad that nobody knows about it. A kindly deed's most kindly done in secret rod and theme of none. And so I'm glad that no one knows. Now just imagine how surprised little Mr. Chipmunk was when in the fall it came time to put on a new coat. To have Old Mother Nature hand him out a beautiful striped coat instead of the little plain brown coat he had expected. Old Mother Nature's eyes twinkled, as she said. There's a stripe for every tear you made in your old coat by the claws of Mr. Bobcat the day you saved Mr. Meadowmouse. They are owner stripes and hereafter you and your children and your children's children shall always wear stripes. And that is how it happens that striped Chipmunk comes by his striped coat and why he's so proud of it and takes such good care of it. Concluded, grandfather Frog. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of Mother Westwind Why Stories. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Rain. Mother Westwind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess.  He is very fond of sitting with his hands folded that way. A little way from him sat Peter Rabbit. Peter was sitting up very straight but his hands dropped right down in front. Happy Jack noticed it. Why don't you fold your hands the way I do, Peter Rabbit? shouted Happy Jack. I, I don't want to, stammered Peter. You mean you can't, jeered Happy Jack? Peter pretended not to hear and a few minutes later he hopped away towards the dear old briar patch, liberty, liberty, lip. Happy Jack watched him go but there was a puzzled look in Happy Jack's eyes. I really believe he can't fold his hands, said Happy Jack to himself, but speaking aloud. He can't and none of his family can, said a gruff voice. Happy Jack turned to find old Mr. Toad sitting in a lone little path. Why not, asked Happy Jack. Asked Grandfather Frog, he knows, replied old Mr. Toad and started on about his business. And this is how it happens that Grandfather Frog told this story to the little meadow and forest people gathered around him on the bank of the smiling pool. Chug a rum, said Grandfather Frog. Old Mr. Rabbit, the grandfather a thousand times removed of Peter Rabbit, was always getting in the trouble. Yes sir, old Mr. Rabbit was always getting in the trouble. Seemed like he wouldn't be happy if he couldn't get in the trouble. It was all because he was so dreadfully curious about other people's business, just as Peter Rabbit is now. It seemed that he was just born to be curious and so, of course, to get in the trouble. One day, word came to the green forest and to the green meadows that old Mother Nature was coming to see how all the little meadow and forest people were getting along, to settle all the little troubles and fusses between them and to find out who were and who were not obeying the orders she had given them when she had visited them last. My, my, my, such a hurrying and scurrying and worrying as there was. You see, everybody wanted to look his best when old Mother Nature arrived. Yes sir, everybody wanted to look his best. There was the greatest changing of clothes you ever did see. Old King Bear put on his blackest coat. Mr. Coon and Mr. Mink and Mr. Otter set up half the night brushing their suits and making them look as fine and handsome as they could. Even old Mr. Toad put on a new suit under his old one and planned to pull the old one off and throw it away as soon as old Mother Nature should arrive. Then everybody began to fix up their homes and make them as neat and nice as they knew how. Everybody but Mr. Rabbit. Now Mr. Rabbit was lazy. He didn't like the work any more than Peter Rabbit does now. No sir, old Mr. Rabbit was afraid of work. The very sight of work scared old Mr. Rabbit. You see, he was so busy minding other people's business that he didn't have time to attend to his own. So his brown and gray coat always was rumbled and tumbled and dirty. His house was a tumbled down affair in which no one but Mr. Rabbit would ever have thought of living and his garden.  It was all weeds and brambles. They filled up the yard and old Mr. Rabbit actually couldn't have gotten into his own house if he hadn't cut a path through the brambles. Now when old Mr. Rabbit heard that old Mother Nature was coming, his heart sank way, way down. For he knew just how angry she would be when she saw his house, his garden, and his shabby suit. Oh dear, oh dear, what shall I do? wailed Mr. Rabbit wringing his hands. Get busy and clean up, advised Mr. Woodchuck, hurrying about his own work. Now Mr. Woodchuck was a worker and very, very neat. He meant to have his home looking just as fine as he could make it. He brought up some clean yellow sand from deep down in the ground and sprinkled it smoothly over his doorstep. I'll help you if I get through my own work in time, shouted Mr. Woodchuck over his shoulder. That gave Mr. Rabbit an idea. He would ask all his neighbors to help him and perhaps then he could get his house and garden in order for the time old Mother Nature arrived. So Mr. Rabbit called on Mr. Skunk and Mr. Coon and Mr. Mink and Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Chipmunk and all the rest of his neighbors telling them of his trouble and asking them to help. Now in spite of the trouble Mr. Rabbit was forever making for other people by his dreadful curiosity and meddling with other people's affairs, all his neighbors had a warm place in their hearts for Mr. Rabbit and they all promised that they would help him as soon as they had finished their own work. Instead of hurrying home and getting to work himself, Mr. Rabbit stopped a while after each call and sat with his arms folded, watching the one he was calling on work. Mr. Rabbit was very fond of sitting with folded arms. It was very comfortable, but this was no time to be doing it and Mr. Skunk told him so. If you want the rest of us to help you, you'd better get things started yourself, said old Mr. Skunk, carefully combing out his big plummy tail. That's right, Mr. Skunk, that's right, said Mr. Rabbit, starting along briskly, just as if he was going to hurry right home and begin work that very instant. But, half an hour later, when Mr. Skunk happened to pass the home of Mr. Chipmunk, there sat Mr. Rabbit with his arms folded, watching Mr. Chipmunk hurrying about as only Mr. Chipmunk can. Finally, Mr. Rabbit had made the round of all his friends and neighbors and he once more reached his tumble-down house. Oh, dear, sighed Mr. Rabbit as he looked at the tangle of brambles which almost hid the little house. I never, never can clear away all of this. It will be a lot easier to work when all my friends are here to help. So he sighed once more and folded his arms instead of beginning work as he should have done. And then, because the sun was bright and warm and he was very, very comfortable, old Mr. Rabbit began to nod and presently he was fast asleep. Now, old Mother Nature likes to take people by surprise and it happened that she chose this very day to make her promised visit. She was greatly pleased with all she saw as she went along until she came to the home of Mr. Rabbit. Mercy, me, exclaimed old Mother Nature, throwing up her hands as she saw the tumble-down house almost hidden by the brambles and weeds. Can it be possible that anyone really lives here? Then, peering through the tangle of brambles, she spied old Mr. Rabbit sitting on his broken-down doorstep with his arms folded and fast asleep. At first she was very indignant, oh, very indignant indeed. She decided that Mr. Rabbit should be punished very severely. But as she watched him sitting there, dreaming in the warm sunshine, her anger began to melt away. The fact is, old Mother Nature was like all the rest of Mr. Rabbit's neighbors. She just couldn't help loving, happy-go-lucky Mr. Rabbit in spite of all his faults. With a long stick she reached in and tickled the end of his nose. Mr. Rabbit sneezed and this made him wake up. He yawned and blinked and then his eyes suddenly flew wide open with fright. He had discovered old Mother Nature frowning at him. She pointed a long forefinger at him and said, In every single blessed day there's time for work and time for play. Who folds his arms with work undone, doth cheat himself and spoil his fun. Hereafter, Mr. Rabbit, you and your children and your children's children will never again be able to sit with folded arms until you or they have learned to work. And that is why Peter Rabbit cannot fold his arms and still lives in a tumbledown house among the brambles. CHAPTER II CHAPTER III OF MOTHER WEST WIND WISE STORIES This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Eugene Smith Mother West Wind Wise Stories by Thornton W. Burgess CHAPTER III Why Aunt Billy Possum plays dead? One thing puzzled Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck and Striped Chipmunk a great deal after they had come to know Aunt Billy Possum in his funny ways. They had talked it over and wondered and wondered about it and tried to understand it and even had asked Aunt Billy about it. Aunt Billy had just grinned and said that they would have to ask his mammy. Of course they couldn't do that. And Aunt Billy knew they couldn't. For Aunt Billy's mammy had died long before he even thought of coming up from Old Virginia to the Green Forest, the Green Meadows, where they live. He said it just to tease them. And when he said it, he chuckled until they chuckled too, just as if it were really the best kind of a joke. Now you know it always is the thing that you try and try to find out and can't find out that you most want to find out. It was just so with Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck and Striped Chipmunk. The more they talked about it, the more they wanted to know. Why was it that Aunt Billy Possum played dead instead of trying to run away when he was surprised by his enemies? They always tried to run away. So did everybody else of their acquaintance, accepting Aunt Billy Possum. There must be a reason, said Peter gravely, as he pulled thoughtfully at one of his long ears. Of course there is a reason, asserted Johnny Chuck, chewing the end of a blade of grass. There is a reason for everything, added Striped Chipmunk, combing out the hair of his funny little tail. Then of course Grandfather Frog knows it, said Peter. Of course! Why didn't we think of him before? exclaimed the others. I'll beat you to the smiling pool, shouted Peter. Of course he did, for his legs are long and made for running. But Striped Chipmunk was not far behind. Johnny Chuck took his time, for he knew that he could not keep up with the others. Besides, he was so fat that to run made him puff and blow. Grandfather Frog sat just as usual on his big green lily-pad, and he grinned when he saw who his visitors were, for he guessed right away what they had come for. Chuck-a-rum! What is it you want to know now? he demanded, before Peter could fairly get his breath. If you please, Grandfather Frog, we want to know why it is that Uncle Billy Possum plays dead, replied Peter, as politely as he knew how. Grandfather Frog chuckled, Just to fool people, stupid, said he. Of course we know that, replied Striped Chipmunk, but what we want to know is how he ever found out that he could fool people that way, and how he knows that he will fool them. I suspect that his mammy taught him, said Grandfather Frog, with another chuckle way down deep in his throat. But who taught his mammy, resisted Striped Chipmunk?  I see, said he, that you will have a story, and I suppose that the sooner I tell it to you, the sooner you will leave me in peace. Uncle Billy Possum's grandfather, a thousand times removed, was this way back in the days when the world was young? interrupted Peter. Grandfather Frog scowled at Peter. If I have any more interruptions, there will be no story today, said he severely. Peter looked ashamed, and promised that he would hold his tongue right between his teeth, until Grandfather Frog was through. Grandfather Frog cleared his throat, and began again. Billy Possum's grandfather, a thousand times removed, was very much as Uncle Billy is now, only he was a little more spry, and knew better than to stuff himself so full that he couldn't run. He was always very sly, and he played a great many tricks on his neighbors, and sometimes he got them into trouble. But when he did, he always managed to keep out of their way until they had forgotten all about their anger. One morning, the very imp of mischief seemed to get into old Mr. Possum's head. Yes, sir, it certainly did seem that way. And when you see mischief trotting along the lone little path, if you look sharp enough, you will see trouble following at his heels like a shadow. I never knew it to fail. It's just as sure as a stomach ache is to follow overeating. Just here Grandfather Frog paused and looked very hard at Peter Rabbit, but Peter pretended not to notice, and after slowly winking one of his big, gogly eyes at Johnny Chuck, Grandfather Frog continued. Anyway, as I said before, the imp of mischief seemed to be in old Mr. Possum's head that morning, for he began to play tricks on his neighbors as soon as they were out of bed. He hid old King Bear's breakfast, while the latter had his head turned, and then pretended that he had just come along. He was very polite and offered to help old King Bear hunt for his lost breakfast. Then whenever old King Bear came near the place where it was hidden, old Mr. Possum would hide it somewhere else. Old King Bear was hungry, and he worked himself up into a terrible rage, for he was in a hurry for his breakfast. Old Mr. Possum was very sympathetic and seemed to be doing his very best to find the lost meal. At last, old King Bear turned his head suddenly and caught sight of old Mr. Possum hiding that breakfast in a new place. My, my, but his temper did boil over. It certainly did, and if he could have laid hands on old Mr. Possum that minute, it surely would have been the end of him.  Pretty soon he met Mr. Panther. He was very polite to Mr. Panther. He told him that he had just come from a call on old King Bear, and hinted that old King Bear was then enjoying a feast, and that there might be enough for Mr. Panther if he hurried up there at once. Now, Mr. Panther was hungry, for he had found nothing for his breakfast that morning. So he thanked old Mr. Possum and hurried away to find old King Bear and share in the good things old Mr. Possum had told about. Old Mr. Possum himself hurried on, chuckling as he thought of the way Mr. Panther was likely to be received with old King Bear at such a temper. Pretty soon along came Mr. Lynx. Old Mr. Possum told him the same story he had told Mr. Panther, and Mr. Lynx went bounding off in a terrible hurry for fear that he would not be in time to share in that good breakfast. It was such a good joke that old Mr. Possum tried it on Mr. Wolf and Mr. Fisher and Mr. Fox. In fact, he hunted up everyone he could think of and sent them to call on old King Bear, and without really telling them so, he made each one thing that he would get a share in that breakfast. Now, there wasn't any more breakfast than old King Bear wanted himself, and by the time Mr. Panther arrived, there wasn't so much as a crumb left. Then, one after another, the others came dropping in, each licking his chops, and all very polite to old Mr. King Bear. At first, he didn't know what to make of it, but pretty soon Mr. Fox delicately hinted that they had come in response to the invitation sent by Mr. Possum, and that as they were all very hungry, they would like to know when the feast would be ready. Right away, old King Bear knew that old Mr. Possum had been up to some of his tricks, and he told his visitor that they were the victims of a practical joke. My, my, my, how angry everybody grew! With old King Bear at their head, they started out to hunt for old Mr. Possum. When he saw them coming, he realized that what he had thought was a joke had become no longer a laughing matter for him. He was too frightened to run, so he scrambled up a tree. He quite forgot that Mr. Panther and Mr. Lynx could climb just as fast as he, up the tree after him they scrambled, and he crept as far out as he could get on one of the branches. Mr. Panther didn't dare go out there, so he just shook the branch. He shook, and shook, and shook, and shook, and the first thing old Mr. Possum knew, he was flying through the air down to where the others were all ready to pounce on him. Old Mr. Possum was frightened almost to death. He shut his eyes, and then he landed with a thump that knocked all the wind from his body. When he got his breath again, he still kept his eyes closed, for he couldn't bear the thought of looking at the cruel teeth and claws of old King Bear and the others. Presently while he was wondering why they didn't jump on him and tear him to pieces, old King Bear spoke. I guess Mr. Possum won't play any more jokes, Mr. Panther, said he, you just knocked the life out of him when you shook him off that branch. Mr. Panther came over and sniffed at Mr. Possum, and turned him over with one paw. All the time, Mr. Possum lay just as if he were dead, because he was too frightened to move. I didn't mean to kill him, said Mr. Panther. We certainly will miss him. What'll we do with him? Leave him here as a warning to others who are old, old King Bear. Each and turn came up and sniffed at Mr. Possum, and then they all went about their business. He waited long enough to make sure that they were out of sight, and then took the shortest way home. When he got there and thought it all over, he thought that the best joke of all was the way he had made everybody think that he was dead. And then a bright idea struck him. He would try the same trick whenever he was caught. So the next time he got in trouble, instead of running away, he tried playing dead.  Aunt Billy said it is a lot easier than running away, and safer, too. Besides, it is always such a joke. Now don't bother me anymore for I want to take a nap, concluded Grandfather Frog. Thank you! cried Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck and Striped Chipmunk, and started off to hunt up Aunt Billy Possum. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Mother West Wind Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Eugene Smith. Mother West Wind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 4 Why Ready Fox Wears Red Peter Rabbit sat in the middle of the dear old briar patch, making faces and laughing at Ready Fox. Of course, that wasn't a nice thing to do. Not a bit nice. But Peter had just had a narrow escape. A very narrow escape.  Now Peter was safe in the dear old briar patch. He was a little out of breath, because he had had to use his long legs as fast as he knew how, but he was safe. You see, Ready Fox wouldn't run the risk of tearing his handsome red coat on the brambles. Besides, they scratched terribly. Never mind, Peter Rabbit. I'll get you yet, snarled Ready, as he gave up and started back for the green forest. Ready Fox is very sly. Ready Fox is very spry. But sly and spry, tis vain to try to be as sly and spry as I. When Peter Rabbit shouted this, Ready looked back and showed all his teeth. But Peter only laughed, and Ready trotted on. Peter watched him out of sight. I wish I had such a handsome coat, he said, with a long sigh. For you know, Peter's coat is very plain. Very plain indeed. You wouldn't, if you had to wear it for the same reason that Ready Fox has to wear his. A good heart and honest ways are better than fine clothes, Peter Rabbit. Peter looked up. There was saucy, pert little Jenny Wren fussing around in one of the old bramble bushes. Hello Jenny, said Peter. Why does Ready wear a red coat? Do you mean to say that you don't know? Jenny Wren looked very hard at Peter with her sharp eyes. I thought everybody knew that. You certainly are slow, Peter Rabbit. I haven't time to tell you about it now. Go ask grandfather Frog. He knows all about it. Jenny Wren bustled off before Peter could find his tongue.  Jenny Wren's busy tongue had set that curiosity fairly boiling over. He just couldn't sit still for wondering and wondering why Ready Fox wears a red coat. He had never thought anything about it before, but now he couldn't get it out of his head. He just had to know. So, making sure that Ready Fox had disappeared in the green forest, Peter started for the smiling pool, lip-retin, lip-retin lip, as fast as he could go. There he found grandfather Frog sitting on his big green lily pad, just as usual. If you please grandfather Frog, why does Ready Fox wear a red coat? Panted Peter quite out of breath. Chug a rum. What did grandfather Frog crossly? Don't you know that it is very impolite to disturb people when they are having a nap? Oh, I'm very sorry. Indeed I am grandfather Frog, said Peter, very humbly. Would you tell me if I come again sometime when you're not so sleepy? Now, like everybody else, grandfather Frog is rather fond of Peter Rabbit, and now Peter looks so truly sorry, and at the same time, there was such a look of disappointment in Peter's eyes that grandfather Frog forgot all about his crossness. Chug a rum, he said. You and your questions are a nuisance, Peter Rabbit, and I may as well get rid of you now as to have you keep coming down here and pestering me to death. Besides, anyone who has to keep such a sharp watch for Ready Fox as you do ought to know why he wears a red coat. If you will promise to sit perfectly still and ask no foolish questions, I'll tell you the story. Of course Peter promised and settled himself comfortably to listen, and this is the story that grandfather Frog told. A long time ago, when the world was young, old Mr. Fox, the grandfather a thousand times removed of Ready Fox, was one of the smartest of all the forest and meadow people just as ready is now. He was so smart that he knew enough not to appear smart, and the fact is his neighbors thought him rather dull. He wore just a common everyday suit of dull brown like most of the others, and there wasn't anything about him to attract attention. He was always very polite, very polite indeed, to everyone. Yes, sir, Mr. Fox was very polite. He always seemed to be minding his own business and he never went around asking foolish questions or poking his nose into other people's affairs. Grandfather Frog stopped a minute and looked very hard at Peter after he said this, and Peter looked uncomfortable. Now, although Mr. Fox didn't appear to take any interest in other people's affairs and never asked questions, he had two of the sharpest ears among all the little meadow and forest people, and while he was going about seeming to be just minding his own business, he was listening and listening to all that was said. Everything he heard, he remembered so that it wasn't long before he knew more about what was going on than all his neighbors together. But he kept his mouth tight closed, did Mr. Fox, and was very humble and polite to everybody. Every night he came home early and went to bed by sundown, and everybody said what good habits Mr. Fox had. But when everybody was asleep, Mr. Fox used to steal out and be gone half the night. Yes, sir, sometimes he'd be gone until almost morning. But he always took care to get home before any of his neighbors were away and they'd wait until everybody was up before he showed himself. When he came out and started to hunt for his breakfast, someone was sure to tell him of mischief done during the darkness of the night. Sometimes it was a storehouse broken into and the best things taken. Sometimes it was of terrible frights that some of the littlest people had received by being wakened in the night and seeing a fierce face with long, sharp teeth grinning at them. Sometimes it was of worse things that were told in whispers. Mr. Fox used to listen as if very much shocked and say that something ought to be done about it and wonder who it could be who would do such dreadful things. By and by things got so bad that they reached the ears of old mother nature that she came to find out what it all meant. Now the very night before she arrived, Mrs. Quack, who lived on the riverbank, had a terrible fright. Somebody sprang upon her as she was sleeping and in the struggle she lost all her tail feathers. She hurried to tell Mother Nature all about it and big tears rolled down her cheeks as she told how she had lost all her beautiful tail feathers. Mother Nature called all the people of the forest and the meadows together. She made them all pass before her but sharply at each one as they went by. Mr. Fox looked meeker than ever and he was very humble and polite. Now, when Mr. Fox had paid his respects and turned his back, Old Mother Nature saw something red on the tail of his coat. It was nothing but a little smear of red clay but that was enough for Old Mother Nature. You see, she knew that Mrs. Quack's home was right at the foot of a red clay bank. She didn't say a word until everybody had paid their respects and passed before her. Then she told them how grieved she was to hear of all the trouble there had been but that she couldn't watch over each one all the time. They must learn to watch out for themselves. And so that you may know who to watch out for, from now on never trust the one who wears a bright red coat, concluded Old Mother Nature. All of a sudden Mr. Fox became aware that everybody was looking at him and in every face was hate. He glanced at his coat. It was bright red.  The first chance he got he went to Old Mother Nature and begged her to give him back his old coat. She promised that she would when his heart changed and he changed his ways but his heart never did change and his children and his children's children were just like him. They've always been the smartest and the slyest and the most feared and disliked of all the little people on the meadows or in the forest. And now you know why Ready Fox wears a red coat, concluded Grandfather Frog. Peter Rabbit drew a long breath. Thank you. Thank you, Grandfather Frog, said he. I think hereafter I'll be quite content with my own suit, even if it isn't handsome. Jenny Wren was right. A good heart in honest ways are better than fine clothes. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of Mother West Wind Wise Stories This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Eugene Smith. Mother West Wind Wise Stories by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 5 Why Jimmy Skunk Never Hurries The merry little breezes of Old Mother West Wind had just been released from the big bag in which he carries them every night to their home behind the Purple Hills and every morning brings them back to the Green Meadows to romp and play all day. They romped and raced and danced away, some one way, some another, to see whom they could find to play with.  They knew what he was doing that for. They knew that he was looking for fat beetles for breakfast. They danced over to him and formed a ring around him while they sang. Who is it never, never hurries? Who is it never, never worries? Who is it does just what he pleases, just as us merry little breezes? Jimmy Skunk! Jimmy Skunk! Now, not so far away, but that he could hear them very plainly, sat Peter Rabbit, just finishing his breakfast in a sweet clover patch. He sat up very straight, so as to hear better. Of course some of the merry little breezes saw him right away. They left Jimmy to come over and dance in a circle around Peter, for Peter's a great favorite with him. And as they danced, they sang. Who is it hops and skips and jumps? Who is it sometimes loudly thumps? Who is it dearly loves to play, but when there's danger, runs away? Peter Rabbit! Peter Rabbit! Peter grinned, good-naturedly. He's quite used to being laughed at for always running away, and he doesn't mind it in the least. When danger's near, who runs away will live to run another day? Retorted Peter promptly. Then he began the maddest kind of frolic with the merry little breezes until they and he were quite tired out and ready for a good rest. I wish, said Peter, as he stretched himself out in the middle of a patch of sweet clover, that you would tell me why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries. And we wish that you would tell us the same thing, cried one of the merry little breezes. But I can't, protested Peter. Everybody else seems to hurry, at times anyway, but Jimmy never does. He says it's a waste of energy, whatever that means. I tell you what, let's go over to the smiling pool and ask Father Frog about it now. He'll be sure to know, spoke up one of the merry little breezes. All right, replied Peter, hopping to his feet. But you will have to ask him. I've asked him for so many stories that I don't dare ask for another right away for fear that he will say that I'm a nuisance. So it was agreed that the merry little breezes should ask Grandfather Frog why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries Peter should keep out of sight until Grandfather Frog had begun the story, for they were sure that there would be a story. Away they all hurried to the smiling pool. The merry little breezes raced so hard that they were quite out of breath when they burst through the bullrushes and surrounded Grandfather Frog as he sat on his big green lily pad. Oh, Grandfather Frog, why is it that Jimmy Skunk never hurries? They padded. Chug-a-rum, replied Grandfather Frog in his deepest, roughest voice. Chug-a-rum! Probably because he has learned better. Oh, said one of the merry little breezes in a rather faint, disappointed sort of voice. Just then he spied a fat, foolish green fly and blew it right over to Grandfather Frog who snapped it up in a flash. Right away all the merry little breezes began to hunt for foolish green flies and blow them over to Grandfather Frog until he didn't have room for another one inside his white and yellow waistcoat. Indeed, the legs of the last one he tried to swallow stuck out of one quarter of his big mouth. Chug-a-rum! said Grandfather Frog, trying very hard to get those legs out of sight. Chug-a-rum! I always like to do something for those who do something for me, and I suppose now that I ought to tell you why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries. I would if Peter Rabbit were here. If I tell you the story, Peter will be sure to hear of it and then he will give me no peace until I tell it to him that I don't like to tell stories twice. But he is here, cried one of the little breezes. He's right over behind that little clump of tall grass. Chug-a-rum! I thought he wasn't very far away. Grunted Grandfather Frog with a twinkle in his great gogly eyes. Peter kept out of his hiding place, looking rather shame-faced and very foolish. Then the merry little breezes settled themselves on the lily-pads in a big circle around Grandfather Frog, and Peter sat down as close to the edge of the bank of the smiling pool as he dared to get. After what seemed to them a very long time, Grandfather Frog swallowed the legs of the last foolish green fly, opened his big mouth, and began. Of course you all know that long, long ago, when the world was young, things were very different from what they are now. Very different indeed. The great, great, ever-so-great grandfather of Jimmy Skunk was slimmer and trimmer than Jimmy is. He was more like his cousins, Mr. Weasel than Mr. Mink. He was just as quick-moving as they were. Yes, sir, Mr. Skunk was very lively on his feet. He had to be to keep out of the way of his big neighbors. For those days he didn't have any means of protecting himself, as Jimmy has now. He was dressed all in black. And, you know, it wasn't until Old Mother Nature found out that he was taking advantage of that black suit to get into mischief on dark nights that she gave him white stripes, so that the darker the night, the harder it would be for him to keep from being seen. Now Mr. Skunk was very smart and shrewd. Oh, very. When the hard times came, which made so many changes in the lives of the people who lived in the green forest and on the green meadows, Mr. Skunk was very quick to see that unless he could think of some way to protect himself, it was only a matter of time when he would furnish a dinner for one of his fierce big neighbors. And, of course, Mr. Skunk had no desire to do that. It was then that he asked Old Mother Nature to give him a bag of perfume so strong that it would make everybody ill by himself. Mother Nature thought it all over, and then she did, but she made him promise that he would never use it unless he was in great danger. Mr. Skunk had to try his new defense only once or twice before his enemies took the greatest care to let him alone. He found that he no longer had to run for a safe hiding place when he met Mr. Wolf, Mr. Lynx, or Mr. Panther. They just snarled at him and passed without offering to touch him. So Mr. Skunk grew very independent and went where he pleased when he pleased. And because he no longer had to run from his enemies, he got out of the habit of running. Then he made a discovery. He watched those of his neighbors who were forever hurrying about looking for food, hurrying because all the time there was great fear upon them or hurrying because each was fearful that his neighbor would get more than he. It wasn't long before Mr. Skunk saw that in their hurry they overlooked a great deal. In fact, by just following after them slowly, he found all he wanted to eat. So Mr. Skunk began to grow fat. His neighbors, who were having hard work to make a living, grew envious and said unkind things about him and hinted that he must be stealing or he never would have so much to eat. But Mr. Skunk didn't mind. He went right on about his business. He never worried because, you know, he feared nobody. And he never hurried because he found that it paid best to go slowly. In that way he never missed any of the good things that his hurrying, worrying neighbors did. So he grew fatter and fatter while others grew thinner. After a while, he almost forgot how to run.  He kept right on minding his own affairs and never meddling in the affairs of others so that by and by his neighbors began to respect him.  And so, ever since that long ago day when the world was young, that little bag of perfume has been handed down in the Skunk family and none of them has ever been afraid. Now you know why Jimmy Skunk, whom you all know, is so independent and never hurries. Thank you! Thank you, Grandfather Frog! cried the merry little breezes. When you want some more foolish green flies, just let us know and we'll get them for you. Chug-a-rum! What are you looking so wishful for, Peter Rabbit? demanded Grandfather Frog. I was just wishing that I had a... began Peter. Then suddenly he made a face. No, I don't either, he declared. I guess I'd better be going home to the dear old briar patch now. Mrs. Peter probably thinks something has happened to me. And away he went. Liberty, Liberty, Lip. End of Chapter 5 Chapter 6 of Mother Westwind's Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Eugene Smith. Mother Westwind's Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 6 Why Sammy Jay Has a Fine Coat Sammy Jay has a very fine coat, a very beautiful coat. Everybody knows that. In fact Sammy's coat has longed in the envy of a great many of his neighbors in the Green Forest. Some of them, you know, have very modest coats. They're not beautiful at all. And yet the owners of some of these plain coats are among the most honest and hardworking of all the little people who live in the Green Forest. They find it hard, very hard indeed, to understand why such a scamp and mischief maker as Sammy Jay should be given such a wonderful blue coat with white trimmings. Peter Rabbit often had thought about it. He has a number of feathered friends, whom he likes ever so much better than he does Sammy Jay. In fact, he and Sammy are forever falling out because Sammy delights to tease Peter. He sometimes makes up for it by warning Peter when Granny or Ready Fox happens to be about and Peter's honest enough to recognize this and put it to Sammy's credit. But in spite of this, it never seemed to him quite right that Sammy Jay should be so handsomely dressed. Of course, said Peter to Grandfather Frog. Old Mother Nature knows a great deal more than I do. Really? You don't mean to say so? Chug-a-rum! You don't mean to say so, Peter? Interrupted Grandfather Frog, pretending to be very much surprised at what Peter said. Peter grinned and wrinkled his nose at Grandfather Frog. Yes, said he. Old Mother Nature knows a great deal more than I do. But it seems to me as if she had made a mistake in giving Sammy Jay such a handsome coat. There must be a reason, I suppose, but for the life of me I cannot understand it. I should think that she would give such a thief as Sammy Jay the very homiest suit she could find. You may depend, I would, if I were in her place. Grandfather Frog chuckled until he shook all over. It's lucky for some of us that you are not in her place, said he. Chug-a-rum! It certainly is lucky. If I were, I would give you a handsome coat, too, Grandfather Frog, replied Peter. Grandfather Frog suddenly swelled out with indignation. Chug-a-rum! Chug-a-rum! What's the matter with the coat I have got, Peter Rabbit? Tell me that. Who's got a handsomer one? Grandfather Frog glared with his great gogly eyes at Peter. I don't mean to say that you haven't got a handsome coat. Your coat is handsome. Very handsome indeed, Grandfather Frog, Peter hastened to say. I always did like green. I just love it. And I should think you would be ever so proud of your white and yellow waist cut. I would, if it were mine. What I meant to say is that if I were in Old Mother Nature's place I would give some plain folks handsome zoos. Certainly I wouldn't give such a rascal as Sammy J. one of the handsomest coats in all the green forest. Knowing Sammy as well as I do, it's hard work to believe that he came by it honestly. Grandfather Frog chuckled way down deep in his throat. Sammy came by it honestly enough, Peter. Yes, sir. He came by it honestly enough because it was handed down to him by his father who got it from his father, who got it from his father, and so on, way back to the days when the world was young. But Grandfather Frog paused and that dreamy far away look which Peter had so often seen came into his great gogly eyes. But what? Grandfather Frog asked Peter eagerly when he could keep still no longer. Grandfather Frog settled himself comfortably on his big green lily pad and looked very hard at Peter. I'm going to tell you a story, Peter Rabbit, said he, so that never again will you be led to doubt that old Mother Nature knows exactly what she's about. In the first place, Sammy J. is not wholly to blame for all his bad habits. Some of them were handed down to him with his fine coat, just the same as your troublesome curiosity was handed down to you with that white patch on the seat of your trousers. Peter nodded. He had felt a great many times that he just couldn't help this habit of poking that wobbly little nose of his in where it had no business to be, any more than he could change that funny little bunch of white cotton, which he called a tail, for a really, truly tail. Of course, you have heard all about what a very fine gentleman Sammy J.'s great, great, ever so great grandfather was thought to be until it was discovered that he was all the time stealing from his neighbors and putting the blame on others and how old Mother Nature punished him by taking away the beautiful voice of which he was so proud and giving him instead the harsh voice which Sammy has now and making him tell just what he is by screaming, Thief! Thief! Thief! Every time he opens his mouth to speak, at first old Mother Nature had intended to take away the fine coat of which Mr. J. was so proud, but when he discovered that he had lost his fine voice, he was so ashamed that he hurried away to hide himself from the eyes of his neighbors so that old Mother Nature didn't have time to change his coach us then. I'll wait a bit, said she to herself, and see how he behaves. Perhaps he is truly sorry for what he has done and I will not have to punish him more. But if Mr. J. was truly sorry, he gave no signs of it. You see, he had cheated his neighbors and had stolen from them for so long that he found this was the easiest way to get a living. His bad habits had become fixed as bad habits have a way of doing. Besides, right down in his heart, he wasn't sorry for what he had done, only angry at having been found out. Now that he had been found out, of course everyone was on the warts for him and it wasn't so easy to steal as it had been before. So now instead of going about openly with his head held high, he grew very crafty and sneaked quietly about through the green forest, trying to keep out of sight that he might be easier to steal from his neighbors and make trouble for them. When old Mother Nature saw this, she changed her mind about taking away his handsome suit. If I do that, thought she, it will make it all the easier for him to keep out of sight and all the harder for his neighbors to know when he's about. So instead of giving him the plain homely suit that she had thought of giving him, she made his coat of blue brighter than before and trimmed it with the whitest of white trimmings so that Mr. J had one of the very handsomeest coats in all the green forest. At first he was very proud of it, but it wasn't long before he found that it was very hard work to keep out of sight when he wanted to that bright blue coat was forever giving him away when he was out on mischief. Everybody was all the time on the warts for it and so where in the past Mr. J had been able without any trouble to steal all he wanted to eat, now he sometimes actually had to work for his food and get it honestly or else go hungry. You would suppose that he would have mended his ways, wouldn't you? Peter nodded. But he didn't. He grew more sly and crafty than ever. But in spite of this, he didn't begin to make as much trouble as before.  When old Mother Nature found that Mr. J had passed along his bad habits to his children, she passed along his handsome blue coat too and so it has been from that long ago day right down to this. Sammy J's fine coat isn't a reward for goodness as is when some bluebirds, but is to help the other little people of the green forest and the green meadows to protect themselves and keep track of Sammy when he is sneaking and snooping around looking for mischief. Now what do you think, Peter Rabbit? Peter scratched one long ear and then the other long ear thoughtfully and he looked a wee bit ashamed as he replied, I guess old Mother Nature makes no mistakes and always knows just what she's doing. Chubberum! said Grandfather Frog in his deepest voice. You may be sure she does. And another thing, Peter Rabbit, never judge anyone by his clothes. It is a great mistake, a very great mistake. Playing clothes sometimes cover the kindest hearts and fine clothes often are a warning to beware of mischief. I don't know, but you're right, admitted Peter. I know I am, said Grandfather Frog. End of Chapter 6 Chapter 7 of Mother West Wind Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rain Mother West Wind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess Chapter 7 Why Jerry Muscratt Built His House in the Water Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck had gone down to the smiling pool for a call on their old friend Jerry Muscratt. But Jerry was nowhere to be seen. They waited and waited, but no Jerry Muscratt. Probably he is taking a nap in that big house of his, said Johnny Chuck. And if he is, we'll have to sit here until he wakes up or else go back home and visit him some other time. That's so, replied Peter. I don't see what he has his house in the water for anyway. If he built it on land, like sensible people, we might be able to awaken him. Funny place to build a house, isn't it? Johnny Chuck scratched his head thoughtfully. It does seem a funny place, he admitted. It certainly does seem a funny place. But then Jerry Muscratt is a funny fellow. You know how much of the time he stays in the water. That seems funny to me. I suppose there is a reason for it and probably there is a reason for building his house where it is. I've found that there is a reason for most things. Probably Jerry's great-great-grandfather built his house that way and so Jerry does the same thing. Peter Rabbit suddenly brightened up. I do believe you are right, Johnny Chuck, and if you are, there must be a story about it and if there is a story, grandfather Frog will be sure to know it. There he is over on his big green lily pad and he looks as if he might be feeling very good nature this morning. Let's go ask him why Jerry Muscratt built his house in the water. Grandfather Frog saw them coming and he guessed right away that they were coming for a story. He grinned to himself and pretended to go to sleep. Good morning, grandfather Frog, said Johnny Chuck. Grandfather Frog didn't answer. Johnny tried again and still no reply. He's asleep, said Johnny, looking dreadfully disappointed and I guess we'd better not disturb him for he might wake up cross and of course we wouldn't get a story if he did. Peter looked at grandfather Frog sharply. He wasn't so sure that that was a real nap. It seemed to him that there was just the least little hint of a smile in the corners of grandfather Frog's big mouth. You sit here a minute, he whispered in Johnny Chuck's ear. So Johnny Chuck sat down where he was which was right where grandfather Frog could see him by lifting one eyelid just the tiniest bit and Peter hopped along the bank until he was right behind grandfather Frog. Now just at that place on the bank was growing a toadstool. Peter looked over at Johnny Chuck and winked. Then he turned around and with one of his long hind feet he kicked the toadstool with all his might. Now toadstools, as you all know, are not very well fastened at the roots and this one was no different from the rest. When Peter kicked it, it flew out into the air and landed with a great splash in a smiling pool close beside the big green lily pad on which grandfather Frog was sitting. Of course he didn't see it coming and of course it gave him a great start. Chuck a rum exclaimed grandfather Frog and dived head first into the water. A minute later Peter's sharp eyes saw him peeping out from under a lily pad to see what had frightened him so. Ha ha ha! shouted Peter dancing about on the bank. Ha ha ha! grandfather Frog afraid of a toadstool, ha ha ha! At first grandfather Frog was angry, very angry indeed, but he is too old and too wise to lose his temper for long over a joke especially when he has been fairly caught trying to play a joke himself. So presently he climbed back on to his big green lily pad blinking his great gogly eyes and looking just a wee bit foolish. Chuck a rum, I might have known that was some of your work Peter Rabbit, said he. But I thought it surely was a stone thrown by Farmer Brown's boy. What do you mean by frightening an old fellow like me this way? Just trying to get even with you for trying to fool us into thinking that you were asleep when you were wide awake, replied Peter. Oh grandfather Frog, do tell us why it is that Jerry Musgrat built his house in the water. Please do. I have a mind not to just to get even with you, said grandfather Frog, settling himself comfortably. But I believe I will to show you that there are some folks who can take a joke without losing their temper. Goodie! cried Peter and Johnny Chuck together sitting down side by side on the very edge of the bank.  Chuck a rum, he began. A long, long time ago, when the world was young, there was very little dry land and most of the animals lived in the water. Yes sir, most of the animals lived in the water as sensible animals do today. Peter nudged Johnny Chuck. He means himself and his family. He whispered with a chuckle. After a time, continued grandfather Frog, there began to be more land and still more. Then some of the animals began to spend most of their time on the land. As there got to be more and more land, more and more of the animals left the water until finally most of them were spending nearly all the time on land. Now old Mother Nature had been keeping a sharp watch, as she always does, and when she found that they were foolish enough to like the land best, she did all that she could to make things comfortable for them. She taught them how to run and jump and climb and dig according to which things they liked best to do so that it wasn't very long before a lot of them forgot that they had ever lived in the water. And they began to look down on those who still lived in the water and to put on airs and hold their heads very high. Now of course, old Mother Nature didn't like this, and to punish them she said that they should no longer be able to live in the water even if they wanted to. At first they only laughed, but after a while they found that there was no water as they once had been. But it was of no use. Some could swim as long as they could keep their heads above water, but as soon as they put their heads under water they were likely to drown. You know that this is the way with you today, Peter Rabbit. Peter nodded. He knew that he could swim if he had to, but only for a very little way and he hated the thought of it. Now there were a few animals of whom old Mr. Musgrat, who moved of Jerry Musgrat, was one, who learned to walk and run on dry land, but who still loved the water, continued Grandfather Frog. One day, old Mother Nature found Mr. Musgrat sitting on a rock looking very mournful. What's the matter, Mr. Musgrat? She asked. Mr. Musgrat looked very much ashamed as he finally owned up that he was envious of his cousins and some of the other animals on the land. Then why don't you build you a fine house on the land? asked old Mother Nature. Mr. Musgrat hesitated. I, I loved the water too well to want to stay on land all the time, said he. And, and well I was put in the water in the first place and I ought to be contented with what I have got and make the best of it. Old Mother Nature was so pleased with Mr. Musgrat's reply that right up her mind that he should have a finer house than any of the others. So she took him over to a quiet little pool where the water was not too deep and she showed him how to build a wonderful house of mud and rushes and twigs with a nice warm bedroom lined with grass above the water and an entrance down under the water so that no one except those who still lived most of the time in the water could possibly get into it. None of his friends on land had such a big fine house and Mr. Musgrat was very proud of it. But with all his pride he never forgot that it was a reward for trying to be content with his surroundings and making the best of them. So from that day to this the Musgrats have built their houses in the water and have been among the most industrious, contented and happy of all the animals. And that is why Jerry Musgrat has built that fine house in the smiling pool and has so few enemies have concluded Grandfather Frog. Peter Rabbit drew a long breath which was almost a sigh. I almost wish my grandfather a thousand times removed had been content to stay in the water too, he said. Chug a rum, retorted Grandfather Frog. If he had you wouldn't have the dear old briar patch be content with what you've got. I think I will, said Peter. End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 of Mother Westwind Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Read by Laurie Ann Walden Mother Westwind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess Chapter 8 While Old Man Coyote Has Many Voices Of course Old Man Coyote has only one voice but that one is such a wonderful voice that he can make it sound like a great many voices all yelping and howling and shouting and laughing at the same time. So those who hear him always say that he has many voices and that certainly is the way it seems. The first time Peter Rabbit heard Old Man Coyote he was sure, absolutely sure that there was a whole crowd of strangers on the green meadows and you may be sure that he kept his dear old briar patch. If you had been there and tried to tell Peter that all that noise was made by just one voice he wouldn't have believed you. No sir, he wouldn't have believed you and you couldn't have blamed him. It was the merry little breezes of Old Mother Westwind who first told Peter who the stranger was and warned him to watch out because Old Man Coyote is just as fond of Rabbit as Granny or Ready Fox and is even more crafty and sly than they. Peter thanked the merry little breezes for the warning and then he asked them how many of his family Old Man Coyote had brought with him. Of course the merry little breezes told Peter that Old Man Coyote was all alone and they became very indignant when Peter laughed at them he just couldn't help it.  No! retorted the merry little breezes you may have big ears and be able to hear a great deal sometimes a great deal more than you have any business to hear but you are old enough by this time to have learned that you cannot believe all you hear and with that the merry little breezes indignantly raced away to spread the news all over the green meadows now Peter was quite as indignant because they thought he couldn't or shouldn't believe his own ears as they were because he wouldn't believe what they told him and all the rest of that day he couldn't put the matter out of his mind he was still thinking of it as the black shadows came creeping down from the purple hills across the green meadows suddenly Peter saw a dark form skulking among the black shadows at first he thought it was ready fox only somehow it looked bigger Peter safe in the dear old briar patch watched presently the dark form came out from among the black shadows where Peter could see it clearly sat down, pointed a sharp nose up at the first twinkling little stars opened a big mouth and out of it poured such a yelping and howling as made Peter shiver with fright and now Peter had to believe his eyes rather than his ears his ears told him that there were many voices but his eyes told him that all that dreadful sound was coming out of one mouth it was hard very hard to believe but it was so the merry little breezes were right muttered Peter to himself as old man coyote tried it away in the direction of the green forest and he felt a wee bit ashamed to think that he had refused to believe them after that Peter could think of nothing but old man coyote's wonderful voice that sounded like many voices and at the very first opportunity he hurried over to the smiling pool to ask grandfather frog what it meant juggerum said grandfather frog it means simply that old man coyote comes of a very smart family and that he knows how to make the most of the gift of old mother nature to his grandfather a thousand times removed this sounded so much like a story that Peter straight way teased grandfather frog to tell him all about it at last to get rid of him and enjoy a little quiet in peace grandfather frog did so juggerum he began as he always does the great great grandfather of old man coyote who lived long long ago when the world was young was very much as old man coyote is today he was just as smart and just as clever indeed he was smart enough and clever enough not to let his neighbors know that he was smart and clever at all those were very peaceful times at first and everybody was on the best of terms with everybody else as you know there was plenty to eat without the trouble to steal and everybody was honest simply because it was easier to be honest than it was to be dishonest so old king bear ruled in the green forest and everybody was happy and contented but there came a time when food was scarce and it was no longer easy to get plenty to eat it was then that the stronger began to steal from the weaker and by and by to pray upon those smaller than themselves the times grew harder and harder and because hunger is a hard and cruel master it made the larger and stronger people hard and cruel too some of them it made very sly and cunning like old mr. fox mr. coyote was another who it made sly and cunning he was smart in the first place even smarter than mr. fox and he very early made up his mind that if he would live it must be by his wits for he wasn't big enough or strong enough to fight with his neighbors such as his big cousin mr. timberwolf or mr. lynx or mr. panther or old king bear who was king no longer and yet he liked the same things to eat so he used to study and plan how he could outwit them without danger to himself a whole skin is better than a full stomach both a whole skin and a full stomach are better still said he to himself as he thought and schemed for a while he was content to catch what he could without danger to himself and to eat what his bigger and stronger neighbors left when they happened to get more than they wanted for themselves little by little he got the habit of slyly following them when they were hunting always keeping out of sight in this way he managed to get meals of scraps but these scraps never wholly satisfied him and his mouth used to water as he watched the others feast on the very best when they had had a successful hunt he knew it wouldn't be of the least use to go out and boldly ask for some for in those hard times everybody was very very selfish the times grew harder and harder until it seemed as if old mother nature had wholly forgotten her little people of the green meadows and the green forest Mr. Coyote still managed to pick up a living but he was hungry most of the time and the less he had to put in his stomach the sharper his wits grew at last one day as he stole soft-footed through the green forest he discovered Mr. Link's having a great feast to keep still and watch him was almost more than Mr. Coyote could stand for he was so hungry that it seemed as if the sides of his stomach it was so empty if I could make myself into three we could take that dinner away from Mr. Link's thought he and right on top of that thought came a great idea why not make Mr. Link's think he had a lot of friends with him it would do no harm to try so Mr. Coyote put his nose up in the air and howled Mr. Link's looked up and grinned he had no fear of Mr. Coyote then Mr. Coyote hurried around to the other side of Mr. Link's all the time keeping out of sight and howled again and this time he tried to make his voice sound different Mr. Link's stopped eating and looked up a little surprised I wonder if Mr. Coyote has got a brother with him thought he a minute later Mr. Coyote howled again from the place where he had howled in the first place he certainly has thought Mr. Link's but I'm a match for the two of them and once more he went on eating then Mr. Coyote began to run in a circle around Mr. Link's always keeping out of sight in the thick brush and every few steps he yelped or howled and each yelp or howl he tried to make sound different now Mr. Coyote could run very fast and he ran now as hard as ever he could in a big circle yelping and howling and making his voice sound as different as possible each time Mr. Link's grew anxious and lost his appetite Mr. Coyote must have a whole crowd of brothers thought he I guess this is no place for me with that he started to sneak away Mr. Coyote followed him still trying to make his voice sound like the voices of many Mr. Link's further hurried look over his shoulder and began to run Mr. Coyote kept after him yelping and howling until he was sure that Mr. Link's was so frightened that he wouldn't dare come back then Mr. Coyote returned to the dinner Mr. Link's had left and ate and ate until he couldn't hold another mouthful his throat was very raw and sore because he had strained it trying to make his voice change so often but he didn't mind this because you know it felt so good to have all he could eat at one time once more now it just happened that old mother nature had come along just in time to see and hear Mr. Coyote and it tickled her so to think that Mr. Coyote had been so smart that what do you think she did why while he slept that night she healed his sore throat and she gave him a new voice and this voice was very wonderful for it sounded for all the world like many voices all yelping and howling at the same time after that all Mr. Coyote had to do when he wanted to frighten someone bigger and stronger than himself was to open his mouth and send forth his new voice which sounded like many voices so he had plenty to eat from that time on and all his children and his children's children had that same wonderful voice just as old man Coyote has now chug a rum now scamper home Peter Rabbit and see that you don't let old man Coyote's sharp wits get you into trouble thank you grandfather frog cried Peter and scampered as fast as he could go for the dear, safe old briar patch End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Mother West Wind Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Kevin Maxson Herndon, Virginia Mother West Wind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess Chapter 9 Why Minor the Mole Lives Underground Striped chipmunk sat staring at a little ridge where the grass was raised up he had often seen little ridges like that without thinking much about them he knew that they were made by Minor the Mole he had known that ever since he was big enough to ask questions but now as he looked at this one it suddenly struck him that he had not seen Minor the Mole more than once or twice in all his life What a queer way of living thought Striped Chipmunk it's all very well to have a snug house under the ground where one can sleep the long cold winter away and be perfectly safe but what anyone wants to live underground all the time for in the beautiful springtime and summertime and autumn time I can't understand just think of all that Minor misses the sunshine the flowers the songs of the birds and the merry little breezes to play with I wonder what do you wonder the voice was so close to Striped Chipmunk to jump he whirled about there was Johnny Chuck who had tiptoed up as softly as he knew how to give Striped Chipmunk a scare Johnny grinned what do you wonder he repeated Striped Chipmunk made a face at Johnny I wonder something that I bet you don't know he replied that's easy replied Johnny there are more things I don't know than I do know I'm excited to learn what is it this time why does Minor the Mole live underground all the time Striped Chipmunk pointed to the ridge made by Minor Johnny Chuck scratched his head thoughtfully I don't know he confessed finally I never thought of it before of course there must be a reason he never comes out to play with the rest of us just spends all his time by himself down in the dark I wonder well what do you wonder the same thing you wonder last Johnny Chuck if you haven't got anything else to do let's go down to the smiling pool and ask grandfather Frog he'll be sure to know Striped Chipmunk hadn't anything else to do so off they started on the way they met Jimmy Skunk and Danny Meadow Mouse neither of them knew why Minor the Mole lives underground if they hadn't anything better to do they also started for the smiling pool grandfather Frog was sitting on his big green lily pad in the warm sunshine and for once he didn't have to be teased for a story chug a rum said he in his deep voice it's very strange to me how little some folks know about their nearest neighbors he looked up and winked at jolly round bright Mr. Son Striped Chipmunk Johnny Chuck Jimmy Skunk and Danny Meadow Mouse looked as though they felt very foolish as indeed they did you see all their lives Minor the Mole had been one of their nearest neighbors and yet they didn't know the first thing about him it happened a long time ago continued grandfather Frog when the world was young interrupted Danny Meadow Mouse of course replied grandfather Frog pretending to be very much put out at such a foolish question Danny hung his head and resolved that he would bite his tongue before he asked another question in those days minors great great grandfather a thousand times removed didn't live underground continued grandfather Frog nobody did he wasn't so very different from a lot of other animals food was plenty and everybody was on the best of terms with everybody else Mr. Mole lived just as the rest did he went and came as he pleased and enjoyed the sunshine and took part in all the good times of his neighbors everybody liked him and whenever he made a call he was sure of a welcome but one thing Mr. Mole never did he never meddled in other people's affairs no sir Mr. Mole never poked his nose in where he had no business for a long time everything went smoothly with all the people of the green forest and the green meadows then came the hard times they grew harder and harder food was scarce and kept growing more scarce everybody was hungry and you know how it is with hungry people they grow ugly and quarrelsome matters grew worse and worse and then it was that fear was born the big people like Old King Bear and Mr. Wolf and Mr. Panther and Mr. Lynx began to look with hungry eyes on the little people and the little people began to grow afraid and hide from the big people and all the time they were continually quarreling among themselves and stealing from each other to get enough to eat now as I said before Mr. Mole had never meddled with other people's business and he didn't now he went off by himself to think things over it isn't safe to run around anymore said he I met Mr. Wolf this morning and he looked at me with such a hungry look in his eyes that it gave me the cold shivers I believe he would have eaten me if I hadn't crawled into an old hollow stump now I can't run fast because my legs are too short I can't climb trees like Mr. Squirrel and I can't swim like Mr. Muskrat the only thing I can do is to dig you see Mr. Mole had always been very fond of digging and he had done so much of it that his front legs and claws had grown very stout now if I dig a hole and keep out of sight I won't have to worry about Mr. Wolf or anybody else continued Mr. Mole to himself so he went to work at once and dug a hole on the green meadows and because he wanted to be comfortable he made a big hole when it was finished he was tired so he curled up at the bottom for a nap he was awakened by hearing voices outside he knew those voices right away they were the voices of Mr. Fox and Mr. Badger these are terrible times said Mr. Fox I'm so hungry that I'm wasting away to shadow I wonder who has dug this hole Mr. Mole Mr. Badger I saw him at work here this morning have you noticed how very plump he looks yes replied Mr. Fox he made my mouth water the very last time I saw him seems to me I can smell him now if he had made this hole just a little bit bigger I would go down and pull him out but I am too tired to do any digging now I tell you what Mr. Badger we'll hunt together a little longer and then if we can't find anything to eat we'll come back and I'll help you dig I hate to hurt Mr. Mole because he always minds his own business but these are hard times and each one must look out for himself with that they went away leaving Mr. Mole shaking with fright at the bottom of his hole it's of no use thought Mr. Mole can't find me and if I stay here they will dig me out oh dear oh dear whatever can I do he lay there feeling very helpless and miserable when all of a sudden a thought came to him if he had made his hole small just big enough for him to crawl into Mr. Badger and Mr. Fox would have had to do a great deal of digging to make it big enough for either of them to get in a little tunnel off one side and hide in that so he went to work and made a little tunnel off one side just big enough for him to squeeze into he worked very hard and very fast and by the time Mr. Badger and Mr. Fox returned Mr. Mole was at the end of a long tunnel so far from the hole he had first dug that he knew it would take them a long time to dig him out even if they noticed his tunnel but they didn't they dug down to the bottom of his hole and then because they didn't find him there they straightway fell to quarrelling each blaming the other for suggesting such a lot of hard work for nothing finally they went away still calling each other names and from that day to this Foxes and Badgers have never been friends Mr. Mole was very thankful for his narrow escape and it set him to thinking if he had a lot of these underground tunnels no one would be able to catch him it was a splendid idea he went to work on it at once and then he made a discovery such a splendid discovery there was plenty of food to eat right down underground worms and grubs all he needed after that Mr. Mole spent all his time in his tunnels and seldom put his nose outside he was safe and he was comfortable and he could always find something to eat by digging for it little by little his old neighbors forgot all about him because he had little use for them his eyes grew smaller and smaller and when he did come up into the light they heard him so that he was glad to go back into the dark again he was perfectly happy and satisfied there and what is there in life better to be happy and satisfied nothing replied Striped Chipmunk at whom Grandfather Frog happened to be looking when he asked the question right, replied Grandfather Frog and now you know why Minor the Mole lives underground because he is perfectly happy and satisfied there just then up came Peter Rabbit all out of breath has Grandfather Frog been telling a story? he panted yes, replied Striped Chipmunk winking at Grandfather Frog and now we are going back home perfectly happy and satisfied and to this day Peter Rabbit wonders what the story was that he missed End of Chapter 9 Chapter 10 of Mother West Wind Why Stories This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Bologna Times Mother West Wind Why Stories by Thornton W. Burgess Chapter 10 Why Mr. Snake Cannot Wink Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck were playing tag on the Green Meadows of course Peter can run so much faster than Johnny Chuck have been it if he had tried his best to keep out of the way but he didn't no sir Peter Rabbit didn't do anything of the kind he pretended that one of his long hind legs was lame so that he had to run on three legs while Johnny Chuck could use all four it was great fun they raced and dodged and twisted and turned sometimes Peter was so excited that he would forget and use all four legs then Johnny Chuck would shout No fair Peter would say that he didn't mean to and to make up for it would be it and try to catch Johnny now it happened that curled upon a little grassy tussock taking an early morning sunbath lay little Mr. Green Snake of course Peter Rabbit would give him if it had been Mr. Rattle Snake or Mr. Gopher Snake it would have been different but from little Mr. Green Snake there was nothing to fear and sometimes just for fun Peter would jump right over him when he did that Peter always winked goodnaturally but Mr. Green Snake never winked back instead he would raise his head run his tongue out at Peter and hiss in what he tried to make a very fierce and angry manner then Peter would laugh and wink at him again but never once did Mr. Green Snake wink back Peter was thinking of this as he and Johnny Chuck stretched out in a sunny spot to get their breath and rust he had never thought of it before but now that he had noticed it he couldn't remember that he had ever seen little Mr. Green Snake nor any of Mr. Green Snake's relatives he mentioned the matter to Johnny Chuck that so replied Johnny thoughtfully I never have seen any of them wink either do you suppose they can wink let's go ask Mr. Green Snake said Peter up they hopped and raced over to the grassy tussock where Mr. Green Snake lay but to all their questions he would make no reply safe to run out his tongue at them finally they gave up asking him I tell you what let's go over to the smiling pool and ask Grandfather Frog he'd be sure to know and perhaps if he is feeling good he'll tell us a story said Peter so off they scampered to the smiling pool there they found Grandfather Frog sitting on his big green lily pad just as usual and Peter knew by the look in his great gogly eyes that Grandfather Frog had a good breakfast of foolish green flies tucked away inside his white and yellow waistcoat his eyes twinkled as Peter and Johnny very politely wished him good morning good morning said he gruffly but Peter had seen that twinkle in his eyes and knew that Grandfather Frog was natured in spite of his gruff greeting if you please Grandfather Frog why doesn't Mr. Green Snake wink at us when we wink at him? he asked jugglerog because he can't replied Grandfather Frog can't cried Peter Rabbit and Johnny checked together that's what I said can't and no more get Mr. Box Snake or Mr. Rattlesnake or Mr. Gopher Snake or any other member of the Snake family why not? cried Peter and Johnny all in the same breath chug a rum said Grandfather Frog folding his hands across his white and yellow waistcoat if you will sit still until I finish I will tell you but if you move or ask any foolish questions write where I am and you'll never hear the end of the story for no one else knows it of course Peter and Johnny promised to sit perfectly still and not say a word after they had made themselves comfortable Grandfather Frog cleared his throat as if to begin but for a long time he didn't say a word once Peter opened his mouth to ask why he began without making a sound at last Grandfather Frog cleared his throat once more and with a far away look in his great gogly eyes began once upon a time long, long ago when the world was young lived old Mr. Snake the grandfather a thousand times removed of little Mr. Green Snake and all the other Snakes whom you know of course he wasn't old then he was young and spry and smart was Mr. Snake now there is such a thing as being too smart that was the trouble with Mr. Snake yes sir that was the trouble with Mr. Snake he was so smart that he soon found out that he was the smartest of all the meadow and forest people and that was a bad thing it certainly was a very bad thing Grandfather Frog shook his head gravely you see he continued as soon as he found that out he began to take advantage of his neighbors and cheat them but he would do it smoothly that they never once suspected that they were being cheated Mr. Snake would go about all day cheating everybody he met at night he would go home and chuckle over his smartness it wasn't long before he began to look down on his neighbors for being so honest that they didn't suspect other people of being dishonest and for being so easily cheating now one bad habit almost always leads to another from cheating Mr. Snake just naturally slipped to stealing yes sir he became a thief of course that made trouble right away but still no one suspected Mr. Snake he was always very polite to everyone and always offering to do favors for his neighbors in fact Mr. Snake was very well liked and much respected when anyone had been robbed he was always the first to offer sympathy and join in the hunt for the thief he was so spry and slim and could slip through the tall grass so fast that he could go almost where he pleased without being seen and this made him very bold if he did happen to be found near the scene of trouble he always had a story ready to account for his presence and it sounded so true and he told it in such an honest manner that no one thought of doubting it so Mr. Snake found that lying helped him to cheat and steal and all the time he kept thinking how smart he was but even Mr. Snake had a little bit of conscience and once in a while it would trouble him so what do you think he did why cheating had become such a habit with him that he actually tried to cheat himself to cheat his conscience when he was telling a lie he would wink one eye that he said to himself means that it isn't true and if these folks are not smart enough to see me wink I know what it means it is their own fault if they believe what I am telling them but always he took care to wink the eye that was turned away from the one he was talking to dear me, dear me such terrible times as there were on the green meadows and in the green forest they grew worse and worse and when at last old mother nature came to see how all the little people were getting along she had no complaints that she hardly knew where to begin to straighten matters out she had all the little people come before her in turn and tell their troubles when it came Mr. Snake's turn he had no complaint to make he seemed to be the only one who had no troubles she asked him a great many questions and for each one he had a ready reply and every time he told one of these he winked without knowing it you see it had become a habit now with all his smartness Mr. Snake had forgotten one thing one very important thing it was this you can't fool old mother nature and it is of no use to try he hadn't been talking three minutes before she knew who was at the bottom of all the trouble she let him finish then called all the others about her and told them who had made all the trouble Mr. Snake was very bold he held his head very high in the air and pretended not to care when old mother nature turned her head he even ran out his tongue at her just as all the Snake family do it you and me today when she had finished telling them how cheating and stealing and lying isn't smart at all but very, very dreadful she turned to Mr. Snake and said from this time on no one will believe anything you say and you shall have new friends you will never wink again for you and your children and your children's children forever will have no eyelids all the world may know that those who make a wrong use of the things given them shall have them taken away and now you know why little Mr. Greensnake cannot wink at you he hasn't any eyelids to wink with finished grandfather frog Peter Rabbit drew a long breath ah thank you oh thank you ever so much grandfather frog he said will you tell us next time why Bobby Coon wears rings on his tail perhaps replied grandfather frog end of chapter 10 chapter 11 Peter Rabbit would give grandfather frog no peace every day Peter visited the smiling pool to tease grandfather frog for a story for one particular story he wanted to know why it is that Bobby Coon wears rings on his tail you see Peter had admired Bobby Coon's tail for a long time Peter has such a funny little tail himself just a little white bunch of cotton that such a handsome tail as Bobby Coon's sometimes stirs just a wee bit of envy in Peter's heart but it wasn't so much as curiosity that prompted Peter to tease for that story Bobby Coon's tail is very handsome you know it has beautiful rings of black and gray and Peter didn't know of any other tail at all like it somehow he felt right deep down in his heart that there must be a reason for those rings just as there is a reason for his own long ears and long legs the more he thought about it the more he felt that he simply must know and the only way he could find out was from grandfather frog who is very old and very wise so he teased and he teased until finally grandfather frog promised him that on the next afternoon he would tell Peter why Bobby Coon has rings on his tail and a little meadow enforced people and the next afternoon they were all on hand on the bank of the smiling pool to hear the story about Bobby Coon's tail chug a rum began grandfather frog smoothing down his white and yellow waist coast chug a rum some folks seem to think that what they do doesn't matter to anybody but themselves it was that way with old Mr. Rabbit who lived a long time ago when the world he thought he could make all the trouble he pleased by his dreadful curiosity and if he was found out no one would suffer but himself but it wasn't so here's Peter Rabbit his grandchild a thousand times removed with long legs and long ears and the bad habit of curiosity all because old Mr. Rabbit had a bad habit and didn't try to overcome it it was the same way with old Mr. Coon he was dishonest and stole from old King Bear old Mother Nature punished him by putting mustard in his food and Mr. Coon thought he was so smart that he could get ahead of old Mother Nature by washing all his food before he ate it old Mother Nature didn't say anything but watched him and smiled to herself you see she knew that Mr. Coon was beginning a good habit and a very good habit indeed the habit of neatness so though she knew perfectly well that he was doing it just to get ahead of her she was glad for she was fond of Mr. Coon in spite of the bad ways he had grown into and she knew that good habits are like bad habits once started they grow and grow and are very likely to lead to more good habits it was so with Mr. Coon he found that his food tasted better for being so clean and he grew very fussy about what he ate no matter where he found it or how tempting it looked he wouldn't eat it until he had carried it to the nearest water and washed it he still remembered the mustard and tried to fool himself into thinking that he was simply spiting old Mother Nature but right down in his heart he knew that even if he should be told that never again would there be mustard in his food he would wash it just the same one day as he sat beside the laughing brook eating his supper he noticed that while his food had been washed clean his hands were dirty they spoiled his supper yes sir they spoiled his supper what good does it do to wash my food if I eat out of dirty hands said Mr. Coon to himself and he hurried to a quiet little pool to give them a good scrubbing then he washed his face and brushed his coat now I feel better and I know my supper will taste better said he from that time he began to be particular very particular about keeping himself clean until finally there was no one in the Green Meadows or the Green Forest quite so neat as Mr. Coon now at this time Mr. Coon had a very plain tail it was all of one color, a grayish white not at all pretty Mr. Coon used to think a great deal about that tail and wish and wish that it was handsome sometimes he used to envy Mr. Fox his beautiful red tail with its black and white tip one day as he sat on an old log with his chin in his hands thinking about his tail who should come along but old mother nature good morning Mr. Coon she said in her pleasantest voice Mr. Coon got up and made a very low bow good morning mother nature in the lightest manner which was very polite indeed what were you thinking about so hard asked old mother nature Mr. Coon looked a little bit ashamed then he sighed I was wishing my tail was handsome but it's a very good tail as it is he added hastily old mother nature's eyes twinkled she sat down beside Mr. Coon and asked him all about his affairs just as if she didn't know all about them already she told him how pleased she was to find him so neat and clean and Mr. Coon just tingled all over with pleasure at last she got up to go and her eyes twinkled more than ever as she said by the way Mr. Coon I am so pleased with your neatness that I am leaving you a reward I hope you will like it Mr. Coon didn't see any reward but he thanked her just the same and old mother nature went on her way Mr. Coon watched her out of sight then he sat down on the old log again and scratched his head thoughtfully as he looked this way and that I wonder what she meant by reward I don't see anything here he said to himself by and by he just happened to glance at his tail oh cried Mr. Coon and then for a long time he couldn't say another word but just looked and looked with shining eyes and such a queer feeling of happiness in his heart you see old mother nature a beautiful broad black ring around his tail Mr. Coon couldn't do anything the rest of that day but look at and admire that ring until his neck ached from twisting it around so long after that he was neater than ever you may be sure and the next time old mother nature came around she left another handsome black ring on his tail because he hadn't grown careless but had kept up his good habits now about this time hard times came to all the little people of the green forest and green meadows everyone began to grumble Mr. Bear grumbled Mr. Fox grumbled Mr. Rabbit grumbled Mr. J grumbled Mr. Squirrel grumbled even Mr. Chuck grumbled and one and all they began to blame old mother nature then they began to quarrel among themselves and to steal from each other some even left their homes and went out into the great world to find a better place to live only to find that the great world was a harder place to live in than the green forest and the green meadows but Mr. Coon didn't grumble and he didn't go away no sir, Mr. Coon just stuck to his home and did the best he could to find enough to eat he kept himself as neat as ever and was always cheerful whenever he met one of his grumbling neighbors he would say better times coming old mother nature is doing the best she can better times coming the others would laugh at him for his faith in old mother nature and say ugly things about her and urged Mr. Coon to go with them out into the great world but he kept right on minding his own business and keeping neat and cheerful until at last old mother nature all worried and troubled came to see what she could do to straighten matters out it didn't take her along to find out how all the little meadow and forest people except Mr. Coon had grumbled and been disconsented and said ugly things about her for you can't fool old mother nature and it's of no use to try some she punished one way and some she punished another way for of course she hadn't been to blame for the hard times but had been working not in day to put an end to them Mr. Coon was the last to be called before her and instead of being frowning and cross as she had been to the others she was all smiles she said a lot of nice things to him and when at last she sent him away what do you think she had given him more rings cried Peter Rabbit yes replied grandfather frog Mr. Coon's tale was ringed way to the tip there was one for cheerfulness and one for faith and one for persistence in making the best of a bad matter and staying at home and ever since that long ago day when the world was young the Coons have been very proud of their beautiful tales and have kept up the good habits of old Mr. Coon now you know Peter Rabbit why Bobby Coon wears rings on his tail concluded grandfather frog Peter gave a long sigh I think it's perfectly beautiful he said I wish I had rings on my tail and then he wondered why everybody laughed End of Chapter 11 Recorded by Mary Ann Spiegel in Chicago Illinois on June 22nd, 2009