A SECOND MEETING
IMMY SKUNK couldn't think of anything but eggs. The more he
thought of them, the more he wanted some. After parting
from Unc' Billy Possum in the Green Forest he went back
to the Green Meadows and prowled about, hunting for the
nests of his feathered neighbors who build on the
ground, and having no more luck than he had had before.
Unc' Billy Possum was faring about the same way. He
couldn't, for the life of him, stop thinking about
those eggs that belonged to Mrs. Grouse. The more he
tried to forget about them, the more he thought about
 "Ah feels it in mah bones that there isn't the least
bit of use in huntin' fo' them," said he to himself, as
he watched Jimmy Skunk amble out of sight up the Lone
Little Path. "No, Sah, there isn't the least bit of
use. Ah done look every place Ah can think of already.
Still, Ah haven't got anything else special on mah
mind, and those aiggs cert'nly would taste good. Ah
reckons it must be Ah needs those aiggs, or Ah wouldn't
have them on mah mind so much. Ah finds it rather
painful to carry aiggs on mah mind all the time, but Ah
would enjoy carrying them in mah stomach. Ah cert'nly
would." Unc' Billy grinned and started to ramble about
aimlessly, hoping that chance would lead him to the
nest of Mrs. Grouse.
Do what he would, Unc' Billy couldn't get the thought
of eggs off his mind, and the more he thought about
 more he wanted some. And that led him to think
of Farmer Brown's henhouse. He had long ago resolved
never again to go there, but the longing for a taste of
eggs was too much for his good resolutions, and as soon
as jolly round, red Mr. Sun sank to rest behind the
Purple Hills, and the Black Shadows came creeping
across the Green Meadows and through the Green Forest,
Unc' Billy slipped away, taking pains that old Mrs.
Possum shouldn't suspect where he was going.
Out from the Green Forest, keeping among the Black
Shadows along by the old stone wall on the edge of the
Old Orchard, he stole, and so at last he reached Farmer
Brown's henhouse. He stopped to listen. There was no
sign of Bowser the Hound, and Unc' Billy sighed gently.
It was a sigh of relief. Then he crept around a corner
 of the henhouse towards a certain hole under it he
remembered well. Just as he reached it, he saw
something white. It moved. It was coming towards him
from the other end of the henhouse. Unc' Billy stopped
right where he was. He was undecided whether to run or
stay. The he heard a little grunt and decided to stay.
He even grinned. A few seconds later up came Jimmy
Skunk. It was a white stripe on Jimmy's coat that Unc'
Billy had seen.
Jimmy gave a little snort of surprise when he almost
bumped into Unc' Billy.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Just taking a li'l walk fo' the good of mah appetite,"
replied Unc' Billy, grinning more broadly than ever.
"What are yo' doing here, Brer Skunk?"
"The same thing," replied Jimmy.
 Then he chuckled.
"This is an unexpected meeting. I guess you must have
had the same thing on your mind all day that I have,"
"Ah reckon so," replied Unc' Billy, and both grinned.
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