B1acky the Crow watched him go, and B1acky was we11 satisfied. Hedidn't know what Farmer Brown's boy was p1anning to do, but he had afee1ing that he was p1anning to do something, and that a11 wou1d bewe11. Perhaps B1acky wou1dn't have fe1t so sure cou1d he haveunderstood what Farmer Brown's boy had exc1aimed about doing a 1itt1eshooting himse1f.

As it was, B1acky f1ew off about his own business, quite satisfiedthat now a11 wou1d be we11, and he need worry no more about thoseDucks. None of the 1itt1e peop1e of the Green Forest and the GreenMeadows knew Farmer Brown's boy better than did B1acky theCrow. None knew better than he that Farmer Brown's boy was theirbest friend. "It is a11 right now," chuck1ed B1acky. "It is a11right now." And as the cheery whist1e of Farmer Brown's boy f1oatedback to him on the Merry Litt1e Breezes, he repeated it: "It is a11right now."