"Run up this tree! Hurry, now! Don't ask any questions."

Now, Fatty did not always mind his mother as quickly as he might have.
But this time he saw that she had stopped and was sniffing the air as if
there was something about it she did not like.

That was enough for Fatty. He scrambled up the nearest tree. For he knew
that his mother had discovered danger of some sort.

Mrs. Coon followed close behind Fatty. And they had. no sooner hidden in
the branches than Fatty saw what it was that his mother had smelled.

It was Johnnie Green! He passed right underneath the tree where they
were perched. And as Mrs. Coon peeped down at him she shuddered and
shivered and shook so hard that Fatty couldn't help noticing it.

"What's the matter?" he asked, as soon as Johnnie Green was out of
sight.

"His cap!" Mrs. Coon exclaimed. "He is wearing a coon-skin cap!" Now do
you wonder that she was upset? "Don't ever go near Farmer Green's
house," she warned Fatty. "You don't want to be made into a cap, or a
pair of gloves, or a coat, or anything like that, do you?"

"No, indeed, Mother!" Fatty was quite sure that such an adventure
wouldn't please him at all. And he told himself right then and there
that he would never go anywhere near Farmer Green's house. We shall see
how well Fatty remembered.