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Uncle Jerry Chuck
from The Tale Of Nimble Deer
Soon Jimmy Rabbit's friends arrived at his party in throngs. And soon
Nimble Deer's antlers bristled with hats and coats of many kinds and
"I must look like a Christmas tree," Nimble thought. "I wish Jimmy
Rabbit and his friends would come and dance around me so I might see
But they didn't. They stayed down in a little hollow some distance
away. Nimble could hear their voices. And they seemed to be having
a delightful time.
As for Nimble, he wasn't having a good time at all. "I'll never help
at another party!" he promised himself. He couldn't believe that
midnight--and the end of the party--would ever come.
At last, however, he took heart. For old Uncle Jerry Chuck came hurrying
up and began taking hats and coats off Nimble's antlers. And Nimble knew
then that the party must be almost over.
"This is a good hat!" Uncle Jerry muttered to himself. "I'll take it."
And then he said, "This is a good coat! I'll take it." Then he looked
closely at another hat. "This is a good one, too!" he remarked. "I might
lose the other. I'll take this one, too--and this coat here," he added,
selecting a second coat that pleased him.
Little did Uncle Jerry Chuck dream that the Deer's head was a real, live
one. And just as the old chap reached for the second coat Nimble Deer
had to cough. He didn't want to. Hadn't Jimmy Rabbit cautioned him not
to stir--not to open his mouth?
But the cough came all the same, right in Uncle Jerry Chuck's ear. And
Uncle Jerry jumped. He dropped both hats and both coats. And then he
waddled off as fast as he could go and scrambled over the stone wall,
out of sight. He didn't even wait to get his own rusty coat and tattered
hat, which he had left lying on the ground.
Uncle Jerry hadn't been gone long when all the company came jostling up
to Nimble. Everybody--except Nimble--was very merry. Amid a good many
jokes the company put on their hats and coats, until only Aunt Polly
Woodchuck's poke bonnet hung from Nimble's horns.
Then--just for fun--Jimmy Rabbit set the bonnet on Nimble's head and
tied its strings under his chin. And Aunt Polly Woodchuck herself
laughed hardest of all.
And then all at once something happened. A dog barked. "It's old dog
Spot!" somebody cried.
Nimble Deer was the first to run. One leap took him out of the evergreen
thicket in which he had been standing all the evening. Three leaps more
took him over the stone wall.
After that nobody saw him--nor Aunt Polly Woodchuck's bonnet--again that
The whole company scattered and vanished like baby grouse surprised in
the woods. And when old dog Spot reached the clump of evergreens a few
moments later he found nothing to show that there had been a party
there--that is, he found nothing except a battered hat and a rusty
coat lying on the ground.
Spot sniffed at them. "Unless I'm mistaken, Uncle Jerry Chuck has
forgotten something," he murmured. "No doubt he'll be back here in
a little while."
So Spot waited and waited there.
But Uncle Jerry Chuck was half a mile away and sound asleep in his
And Nimble Deer was a mile away, over in Cedar Swamp, trying to tear
Aunt Polly's bonnet off his head by rubbing his horns against a young
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