Sleepy-Time Tales: the Tale of Fatty Coon by Arthur Scott Bailey
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was even more surprised at what happened than Fatty himself. If the
fish-hook hadn't worked loose from Fatty's mouth Farmer Green would have caught the queerest fish anybody ever caught, almost. Something seemed to amuse Farmer Green, as he watched Fatty dive into the bushes; and he laughed loud and long. But Fatty Coon didn't laugh at all. His mouth was too sore; and he was too frightened. But he was very, very glad that the strange bug had flown away. VI FATTY AND THE GREEN CORN It was mid-summer when Fatty Coon had what he then believed to be the finest time in all his life. And later, when he was older, he still thought that nothing had ever happened to him that was quite so enjoyable as that surprise his mother gave him when he was a young coon. Of course it was something to eat--the surprise. You must have guessed that, knowing Fatty Coon as you do. "Come, children!" Mrs. Coon said. "Come with me! I'm going to give you a treat--something specially nice." "Is it something to eat?" Fatty asked, as they started off in the direction of Farmer Green's fields. |
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