"We'll look for a
place in which to stay to-night, and we'll see what we can find
to-morrow."
Well, they hurried on for some time, and pretty soon it began to get dark,
and they couldn't find any place to stay.
"I guess I'll have to dig a hole in the ground, and make a burrow," said
the rabbit.
"Oh, but I couldn't stay underground," said the duck. "I'm used to
sleeping in a wooden house."
"That's so," said Uncle Wiggily. "Well, if I had some paper I could make
you a paper house, but I haven't any, so I don't know what to do."
And just then, away in the air, there sounded a voice saying:
"Caw! Caw! Caw!"
"Ha! That's a crow," exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "There must be green corn
that is ready to pull up somewhere around here."
"There is," said the black crow, flying down. "I know a nice field of corn
that a farmer has planted, and to-morrow I am going to pick some."
"But aren't you afraid of the scarecrow?" asked the duck.
"No; I'm not," said the crow. "The scarecrow is only some old clothes
stuffed with straw, and it is set out in the field to drive us crows away.
We're not a bit afraid of it. Would you be?"
"No, of course not," answered Grandfather Goosey Gander. "But then, you
see, I'm not a crow--the scary figure wasn't meant for me."
"Then you can stay in one of the pockets of the scarecrow's coat all
night," said the crow.
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