and my thoughts turn somersaults over each other. I must get help
somewhere. Now, who can I go to, so few will have anything to do with me?"

"Caw, caw, caw!"

Sammy Jay pricked up his ears and spread his wings. "My cousin, Blacky the
Crow!" he cried. "Why didn't I think of him before? He's very smart, is
Blacky the Crow, and perhaps he can tell me what to do."

So Sammy Jay hurried as fast as he could to lay his troubles before Blacky
the Crow. Blacky's eyes twinkled as he listened to Sammy Jay's tale of woe.
When Sammy had finished and had asked for Blacky's advice, Blacky went into
a black study. Sammy sat and waited patiently, for he felt certain that
Blacky's shrewd head would find some plan to solve the mystery.

"I don't know how you can find out who it is that's making you all this
trouble, but I'll tell you how you can prove that it isn't you that screams
in the night," said Blacky the Crow after a while.

"How?" asked Sammy Jay eagerly.

"Go away from the Green Meadows and the Green Forest and stay away for a
week," replied Blacky the Crow. "Go up to the far-away Old Pasture on the
edge of the mountain, where Reddy and Granny Fox are living. Have Boomer
the Nighthawk see you go to bed there, and then ask him to come straight
down here and tell Peter Rabbit just where you are. Peter will tell every
one else, for he can't keep his tongue still, and then they'll all know
that it isn't you that screams in the night."

"The very thing!" cried Sammy Jay. "I'll move at once!" And off he hurried