It was almost night before he remembered that he had had nothing to eat
all day. And so anybody can see how frightened he was....

Farmer Green walked home to his own breakfast with his gun resting upon
his shoulder.

"I didn't get him," he told Johnnie. "But I must have scared him out of a
year's growth."




V

A GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT


After Farmer Green came so near shooting him, Mr. Crow lost his taste for
corn for a whole year. He was afraid it would never come back to him. And
he worried so much that he grew quite thin and his feathers began to look
rusty. His friends were somewhat alarmed about his health, many of them
saying that if they were in Mr. Crow's place they would be careful.

Now, strange as it may seem, that was exactly Mr. Crow's trouble. He was
too careful! He was always on the lookout for a gun, or a trap. And being
constantly on guard was bad for his nerves.

Luckily, a winter spent in the South did a great deal to improve Mr.
Crow's health, as well as his state of mind. When he came back to