so plump, he was quite out of breath. And that was all he could say.

"Well, well! What about the moon!" Mrs. Coon asked. "Anybody would think
you had found it, almost." And she smiled.

Fatty puffed and gasped. And at last he caught his breath again.

"Yes--I've found it! It's over in the woods--just a little way from
here!" he said. "Big, and round, and shiny! Let's all go and bring it
home!"

"Well, well, well!" Mrs. Coon was puzzled. She had never heard of the
moon being found in those woods; and she hardly knew what to think. "Are
you sure?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Mother!" Fatty could hardly wait, he was so eager to lead the
way. And with many a shake of the head, Mrs. Coon, with her family,
started off to see the moon.

"There!" Fatty cried, as they came in sight of the bright, round thing.
"There it is--just as I told you!" And they all set up a great shouting.

All but Mrs. Coon. She wasn't quite sure, even yet, that Fatty had
really found the moon. And she walked close to the shining thing and
peered at it. But not too close! Mrs. Coon didn't go too near it. And
she told her children quite sternly to stand back. It was well that she
did; for when Mrs. Coon took her eyes off Fatty's moon and looked at the
ground beneath it--well! she jumped back so quickly that she knocked two
of her children flat on the ground.