"Yes, sir!" said Jimmy Rabbit promptly.
"Good!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "I'll settle this dispute in no time. Now, I want you, Jimmy Rabbit, to whisper the exact words in my _right_ ear, while Peter Mink whispers the exact words in my _left_ one. In that way I shall know at once if there's anybody that isn't telling the truth."
Mr. Crow was very particular. He made Peter and Jimmy begin at the same time. And he said that if they both told the truth it seemed to him that they ought to _finish_ at the same time, too.
And that's just the way it happened!
"I don't see what the dispute is," said Mr. Crow. "You both agree. And how can two people have a dispute, when they agree perfectly? The only difference I noticed in your stories was that Peter whispered much louder than Jimmy."
"The trouble," Peter Mink cried, "the trouble is, he won't let me cut off his left hind-foot!"
Mr. Crow looked astonished.
"And why should he?" he exclaimed. "You agreed to take, along with the foot, all the luck and _everything else that goes with it_. And if the rest of Jimmy Rabbit doesn't go with his left hind-foot, why--I should like to know what does!"
Peter Mink looked very sour. But pretty soon he brightened up.
"All right!" he said. "I get the whole of him, then--don't I?"
"You certainly do," said Mr. Crow. "And what's more, you have to _carry him in your pocket_, for that was part of the bargain."
Now, when you stop to remember that Jimmy Rabbit was four times bigger than Peter Mink, you can understand how angry Peter must have been. He saw right away that such a thing was impossible.
"I can't do that!" he cried.
"Then I declare the agreement to be broken," said Mr. Crow. "And I advise Jimmy Rabbit to run home at once, for I happen to know that his mother is looking for him."
Afterward, Peter Mink always claimed that there was no use trying to get the better of anybody that had the left hind-foot of a rabbit. He said that they certainly were lucky, and that he knew what he was talking about.
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