When Jimmy Skunk had rolled over onto his feet again, there sat
old Mr. Toad right in the path, and old Mr. Toad was very, very
cross indeed. He swelled and he puffed and he puffed and he
swelled, till he was twice as big as Jimmy Skunk had ever seen
him before.

"Good morning, Mr. Toad," said Jimmy Skunk. "Have you seen any
beetles?"

But Mr. Toad blinked his great round goggly eyes and he said:
"What do you mean, Jimmy Skunk, by pulling the roof off my
house?"

"Is that the roof of your house?" asked Jimmy Skunk politely. "I
won't do it again."

Then Jimmy Skunk stepped right over old Mr. Toad, and went on up
the Crooked Little Path to look for some beetles.

By and by he came to an old stump of a tree which was hollow and
had the nicest little round hole in one side. Jimmy Skunk took
hold of one edge with his two little black paws and pulled and
pulled. All of a sudden the whole side of the old stump tore open
and Jimmy Skunk fell flat on his back.

When Jimmy Skunk had rolled over onto his feet again there was
Striped Chipmunk hopping up and down right in the middle of the
path, he was so angry.