get their hair cut."

Sure enough! When they reached the make-believe barber-shop there was a
gray squirrel inside, and Jimmy Rabbit's brother was busily snipping the
fur off Mr. Squirrel's head.

"How much do you charge for a hair-cut?" Fatty asked.

"Oh, that depends!" Jimmy Rabbit said. "Mr. Squirrel will pay us six
cabbage leaves. But if we were to cut your hair we'd have to ask more.
We'd want a dozen cabbage leaves, at least."

"Well, don't I get anything for the use of my tail?" Fatty asked. He had
already stuck it out through the hole; and he had half a mind to pull it
in again.

Jimmy Rabbit and his brother whispered together for a few moments.

"I'll tell you what we'll do," Jimmy said. "If you'll let us use your
tail for the barber's pole, we'll cut your hair free. Isn't that fair
enough?"

Fatty Coon was satisfied. But he insisted that Jimmy begin to cut his
hair at once.

"I'm doing my part of the work now," he pointed out. "So there's no
reason why you shouldn't do yours."

With that Jimmy Rabbit began. He clipped and snipped at Fatty's head,
pausing now and then to see the effect. He smiled once in a while,