“Very Well,” Mr. Crow answered. “The dispute, then, is this: Jasper says
that in spite of your looking so wise, you’re really the stupidest person
in Pleasant Valley.”

“He does, eh?” cried Solomon Owl, while Jasper Jay laughed loudly. “And
you, of course, do not agree with him,” Solomon continued.

“I do not!” Mr. Crow declared.

“Good!” said Solomon, nodding his head approvingly.

“No, I do not agree with Jasper Jay,” Mr. Crow said. “I claim that there’s
one other person more stupid than you are—and that’s Fatty Coon.”

Well, Solomon Owl certainly was displeased. And it didn’t make him feel
any happier to hear Jasper Jay’s boisterous shouts, or the hoarse
“_haw-haw_” of old Mr. Crow.

“I hope you can decide which one of us is right,” Mr. Crow ventured.

“I am, of course!” cried Jasper Jay.

“You’re not!” Mr. Crow shouted. And to Solomon Owl he said, “We’ve been
disputing like this all day long.”

Solomon Owl didn’t know what to say. If he announced that Jasper was right
it would be the same as admitting that he was the stupidest person in the
whole neighborhood. And if he said that old Mr. Crow’s opinion was correct
he would not be much better off. Naturally he didn’t want to tell either
of them that he was right.