One day, as he sat on an old log with his chin in
his hands, thinking about his tail, who should come along but Old
Mother Nature.
"'Good morning, Mr. Coon,' said she in her pleasantest voice.
"Mr. Coon got up and made a very low bow. 'Good morning, Mother
Nature,' he replied in his politest manner, which was very polite
indeed.
"'What were you thinking about so hard?' asked Old Mother Nature.
"Mr. Coon looked a little bit ashamed. Then he sighed. 'I was wishing
that my tail was handsomer,' said he. 'But it is a very good tail as
it is,' he added hastily.
"Old Mother Nature's eyes twinkled. She sat down beside Mr. Coon and
asked him all about his affairs, just as if she didn't know all about
them already. She told him how pleased she was to find him so neat and
clean, and Mr. Coon just tingled all over with pleasure. At last she
got up to go, and her eyes twinkled more than ever, as she said:
"'By the way, Mr. Coon, I am so pleased with your neatness that I am
leaving you a reward. I hope you will like it.'
"Mr. Coon didn't see any reward, but he thanked her just the same, and
Old Mother Nature went on her way. Mr. Coon watched her out of sight.
Then he sat down on the old log again and scratched his head
thoughtfully as he looked this way and that.
"'I wonder what she meant by reward. I don't see any anywhere,' he
said to himself.
"By and by he just happened to glance at his tail. 'Oh!' cried Mr.
Coon, and then for a long time he couldn't say another word, but just
looked and looked with shining eyes and such a queer feeling of
happiness in his heart.
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