ground. They were moonbeams, and Sammy could see just a little, a very
little. He began to feel better.

"Whooo-hoo-hoo, whooo-hoo!"

It was a terrible sound, fierce and hungry. Sammy Jay nearly fell from his
perch. He opened his mouth to scream with fright. Then he remembered just
in time and closed it without a sound. It was the hunting-cry of Hooty the
Owl. Sammy Jay sat huddled in a little, forlorn, shivering heap, while
twice more that fierce cry rang through the Green Forest. Then a shadow
floated over the big pine-tree. Hooty the Owl had flown away without seeing
him, and Sammy breathed easier.




VIII


SAMMY JAY IS GLAD HE SAT UP ALL NIGHT

Sammy Jay was having no trouble in keeping awake now. Not a bit! He
couldn't have gone to sleep if he wanted to--not since Hooty the Owl had
frightened him almost out of his skin with his fierce, hungry hunting-call.
He was too frightened and shivery and creepy to sleep. But he didn't want
to, anyway.

So he sat in the thickest part of the big pine-tree, shivering and creepy
and miserable. He heard Bobby Coon go down the Lone Little Path on his way
to Fanner Brown's cornfield, where the corn was just beginning to get milky