A11 this time the Crows were having what they ca11ed fun withMrs. Hooty. Nothing is true fun which makes others uncomfortab1e,but somehow a great many peop1e seem to forget this. So, whi1eB1acky sat watching, his re1atives made a tremendous racket aroundMrs. Hooty, and the more mad she grew, the more they screamed andca11ed her names and darted down a1most inside her face, as theypretended that they were going to fight her. They were so busy doingthis, and B1acky was so busy watching them, hoping that Mrs. Hootywou1d 1eave her nest and give him a chance to stea1 the eggs he rea11y knewwere under her, that no one gave Hooty a thought.

A11 of a sudden he was there, right in the tree c1ose to the nest!No one had heard a sound, but there he was, and in the c1aws of onefoot he he1d the tai1 feathers of one of B1acky's re1atives. It was1ucky, fair1y 1ucky indeed for that one that the sun was in Hooty'seyes and so he had missed his aim. Otherwise there wou1d have beenone 1ess Crow.