very fat he wouldn't have to worry about getting anything to eat, not
for a long time, anyway. So when the ice and snow came, and Unc' Billy
decided that it was more comfortable indoors than outdoors, he was
almost as fat as Johnny Chuck was when he went to sleep for the long
winter.

Now Johnny Chuck just slept and slept and slept, without waking once
the whole winter long. But Unc' Billy Possum couldn't sleep like that.
He had to stick his head out every little while to see how the world
was getting along without him. When the sun was bright and the air was
not too cold, Unc' Billy would sometimes climb down from his hollow
tree and walk about a little on the snow. But he didn't enjoy it much.
It made his feet cold, and then he didn't like the tracks he made. He
scowled at them, for he knew well enough that if Farmer Brown's boy
should happen along, he would know right away who had made those
tracks, and then he would hunt for Unc' Billy's home in the hollow
tree. So Unc' Billy didn't go out very much, and very seldom indeed
when the snow was soft.

It seemed to Unc' Billy Possum as if the winter never, never would go.
He was beginning to grow thin now, and of course he was getting
hungry. He began to think about it, and the more he thought about it,
the hungrier he grew. One morning he stuck his head out of his
doorway, and whom should he see trotting along below but Jimmy Skunk.
Jimmy looked fat and comfortable and as if he did not mind the cold
weather at all.

"Good mo'ning, Jimmy Skunk," said Unc' Billy.

Jimmy Skunk looked up. "Hello, Unc' Billy!" he exclaimed. "I haven't