he
had in his plan for revenge.

The next day when Mr. Coon was out--and Mr. Crow made sure he was not
only away from home but out of the woods--Mr. Crow took all the spoons
but one under his wing and went over to Mr. Coon's house and got in the
cellar window.

He went upstairs and put those spoons between Mr. Coon's feather beds.
Mr. Coon had two fat feather beds, always having plenty of feathers on
hand as he did.

Then Mr. Crow went over to Mr. Possum's house and found him sitting in
the doorway, looking very sad.

"What is the matter with you, Friend Possum?" asked Mr. Crow in the
most friendly tone he could master. "Don't you feel well?"

"I have lost all my new tin spoons," said Mr. Possum. "Some one stole
them, I am afraid." He did not want Mr. Crow to know about the party,
so he did not tell him any more.

"That is too bad," said Mr. Crow. "Were they anything like those Mr.
Coon has? I saw him cleaning some very handsome ones this morning as I
passed his window."

"I did not know he had any spoons," said Mr. Possum. "He has never
told me he had any tin spoons. Are you sure you saw them?"

"Just as sure as I am that I see you now, Mr. Possum," said Mr. Crow.
"But, of course, they would not have anything to do with your spoons.
I was wondering if his were like yours. If they are I could take a
look at them, and then if in my travels I saw any like them I would
know they were yours and bring them back to you. I am very clever at
finding things that are lost."

Mr. Possum did not seem inclined to say anything, and Mr. Crow went on:
"Why don't you come along with me to Mr. Coon's house and get him to
show us his spoons. I am anxious to help you if I can. I know how I
should feel if I lost some handsome tin spoons."

This seemed to make Mr. Possum interested, so he walked along with Mr.
Crow, who was so anxious to get to Mr. Coon's he could hardly keep from
flying. Mr. Coon had just returned when they arrived and was unlocking
his door.

"I lost all my new tin spoons last night," said Mr. Possum. "Mr. Crow
said he saw you cleaning some, and if they were like mine he would like
to take a look at them and then he might find mine; but I did not know
you had any spoons."

Mr. Crow held his head very high and looked sideways while Mr. Possum
was talking, but out of the corner of one eye he could see Mr. Coon,
and he saw him turn around and look at him very angrily.

"Mr. Crow said I had some