Blackie were. There was no telling when the two brothers might get so
hungry they would seize and eat a rabbit or a squirrel or a chipmunk.
And you know it isn't wise to run any such risk as that.

Fatty offered to cut Blackie's hair. But Blackie remembered what his
mother had said when Fatty came home with his moustache gone and his
head all rough and uneven. So Blackie wouldn't let Fatty touch him. But
HE offered to cut Fatty's hair--what there was left of it.

"No, thank you!" said Fatty. "I only get my hair cut once a month." Of
course, he had never had his hair cut except that once, in his whole
life.

Now, since there was so little to do inside the hollow tree, Fatty and
Blackie kept quarreling. Blackie would no sooner stick his tail through
the hole in the side of the tree than Fatty would want HIS turn. And
when Fatty had succeeded in squeezing HIS tail out through the opening
Blackie would insist that Fatty's time was up.

It was Fatty's turn, and Blackie was shouting to him to stand aside and
give him a chance.

"I won't!" said Fatty. "I'm going to stay here just as long as I
please."

The words were hardly out of his mouth when he gave a sharp squeal, as
if something hurt him. And he tried to pull his tail out of the hole. He
wanted to get it out now. But alas! it would not come! It was caught
fast! And the harder Fatty pulled the more it hurt him.