there were plenty of hot coals. Fatty stood in them for not more than
three seconds, but that was quite long enough. The bottoms of his feet
burned as if a hundred hornets had stung them.

He stood first on one foot and then on another. If you could have seen
him you would have thought Fatty was dancing. And you might have
laughed, because he looked funny.

But Fatty Coon did not laugh. In fact, he came very near crying. And he
did not wait to eat another mouthful. He limped along toward home. And
it was several days before he stirred out of his mother's house again.
He just lay in his bed and waited until his burns were well again.

It was very hard. For Fatty did not like to think of all those good
things to eat that he was missing. And he hoped the loggers would not go
away before his feet were well again.




XIX

FATTY GROWS EVEN FATTER


When Fatty Coon's burned feet were well once more, the very first night
he left his mother's house he went straight to the loggers' camp. He did
not wait long after dark, because he was afraid that some of his
neighbors might have found that there were good things to eat about the
camp. And Fatty wanted them all.