l!" Johnny Cricket said.

"It served them right for trying to harm someone who never harmed them!"
Gran'pa Skeeterhawk replied, as he darted up in the air and flew over
the tall cat-tails.

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CROW TALK

"Caw, Caw, Caw," one old crow cried as he faced the other two crows.
"Caw?" asked the second old crow as he plumed his feathers and screwed
his head around to get a better view of the little boy lying under the
tree.

"Caw-AAAAH! Ca--aaaaw!" replied the first crow.

"Those crows must be talking to each other!" Dickie Dorn thought to
himself, as he lay upon his back under the big oak tree and watched the
three crows.

The third crow now cried, "Awww! Ca-ca-caw!"

Dickie jumped up and ran down the hill to where Granny lived. It was a
tiny little house, not much larger than a piano box, but it was plenty
large enough for Granny, for Granny was only two feet high. Some people
even thought Granny was a witch.

Of course Dickie knew that Granny was not a witch, for Granny was very
good and kind. So Dickie knocked at Granny's tiny front door.

"Come in!" Granny cried. "Good morning, Dickie!" she said, as Dickie
crawled into the tiny living room.

When Dickie took a seat upon a tiny sofa he did not know just how to ask
Granny for what he wanted, so he twiddled his thumbs.

"Why do you twiddle your thumbs, Dickie?" Granny asked, as she smiled
through her glasses at him.

"I was wondering what the three crows were talking of!" Dickie replied.
Granny went to her tiny cupboard and brought out a little bottle of
purple fluid. She dropped three drops of this into a tiny spoon and held
it to Dickie.

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"Am I to take it, Granny?"

"Yes, my dear, and you will be able to understand what the three crows
are talking about."

Dickie swallowed the purple fluid, for he was very anxious to return to
the big oak tree and listen to the crows. Granny watched him for a few
moments with her eyes full of twinkles, then she told him to run along
to the tree.

And Dickie thanked Granny and ran as fast as he could to the tree where
the three crows were still talking.

The first crow cried, "I know where there is a box filled with golden
pennies!"

"Ah, my brother, where?" asked the second crow.

"In the middle of the great meadow, and it will belong to the one who
finds it first!"

"I know where there is a box full of candy!" the third crow cried.

"Ahhhh! Where is