again to-night, and get my revenge, too, or my name is not James Crow," he said, and out of the woods he went. 

 Mr. Crow flew straight for Mr. Man's farm, and you know crows can fly very straight, it is said. 

 When he arrived it was all still; not a sound could he hear but Mr. Dog breathing very hard, but it was Mr. Dog that Mr. Crow wanted, so it was easy to find him by following the noise. 

 Mr. Crow tapped on the side of Mr. Dog's house, for his door was open and out bounded Mr. Dog with a growl. 

 "Hush! don't make a noise," said Mr. Crow.  "Are you free to run over to the woods? Yes, I see you are," he said, looking at Mr. Dog's collar and seeing there was no chain fastened to it. 

 "Do you want some fun?" he asked Mr. Dog. 

 Mr. Dog began to jump about and wag his tail. He was always ready for fun, he told Mr. Crow.  "But where is it at this time of night?" he asked. 

 "You come with me," said Mr. Crow, "and if I do not show you more sport in a minute than you ever had in an hour hunting with Mr. Man, I'll eat all the spoons." 

 "What spoons?" asked Mr. Dog, standing still and dropping his tail.  "I don't want to run after spoons." 

 "Oh, I did not mean spoons at all," said Mr. Crow.  "I should have said I would eat my hat, but I promise you there will be fun and plenty of it. Mr. Coon and Mr. Possum are giving a supper in the woods, and their guests are Mr. Squir"— 

 "Tell me no more; I do not care about the guests. Hurry! Hurry! Where are they?" said Mr. Dog, dancing about so fast that Mr. Crow could not turn quick enough to keep up with him. 

 "Come along and I will show you," he said, and off he flew, keeping close to the ground so Mr. Dog could follow him. 

 The supper was still going on when they arrived; Mr. Crow flew to a tree close by, for he knew Mr. Dog could manage alone now that he had shown him the place. 

 Mr. Dog did not stop to knock; he bounded in through the window, taking off a shutter as he went. 

 Out of the back door, out of the front door, and out of the windows went the guests and their hosts, and after them, barking, went Mr. Dog. 

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