<h2><SPAN name="VIII" id="VIII"></SPAN>VIII</h2><h3>A BIT OF MISCHIEF</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper Jay</span> did not heed Mr. Crow's warning.
When he learned that Mr. Red-shouldered
Hawk was angry with him because
he had imitated Mr. Hawk's fierce
cry, "<i>Kee-you! kee-you!</i>" Jasper was
more pleased with himself than ever.
Scaring Farmer Green's hens with that
piercing scream had been a good deal of
fun. But making Mr. Hawk angry was
still more.</p>
<p>So Jasper Jay began to visit the farmyard
even oftener than before. If the
mother-hens, with their chicks, did not
happen to be scratching in the barnyard,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_40" id="p_40"></SPAN></span>
there was always sport of some sort to be
had.</p>
<p>One day when Jasper was on his way to
Farmer Green's place, he happened to
meet a blue jay friend of his known as
Noisy Jake, because he was not very quiet.
In fact, one could almost always hear his
voice ringing through the woods.</p>
<p>"You seem to be in a hurry," Noisy
Jake bawled. "Where are you going?"</p>
<p>"S-sh!" said Jasper. "I'm going to the
farmyard to have some fun scaring the
hens. But I don't want everybody to know
it. Do you want to come along?"</p>
<p>Noisy Jake promptly said he did. So
the two rascals hurried across the pasture
and over the meadow toward the farm
buildings.</p>
<p>"Now——" said Jasper Jay, when they
had reached the farmyard—"now I'll hide
in this oak here and you can hide in that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_41" id="p_41"></SPAN></span>
one there." He pointed to a tree a little
further from the chicken house than the
one where he intended to perch. Naturally,
it was not like Jasper Jay to give
the best seat to anybody else.</p>
<p>"What'll we do then?" Noisy Jake
asked.</p>
<p>"You see those hens," said Jasper.
"I'm going to scream like Mr. Red-shouldered
Hawk. And you'll laugh when the
hens hurry their chicks out of the
way.... If you want to, you may scream
too—but not till after I have."</p>
<p>Noisy Jake agreed to Jasper's plan.
And he quickly disappeared among the
branches of the oak to which Jasper had
sent him.</p>
<p>Then Jasper just had to stop and laugh
to himself over the fright he was going to
give the old hens. He was about to open
his mouth to imitate the cry of Mr. Hawk<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_42" id="p_42"></SPAN></span>
when something happened that made him
terrible angry.</p>
<p>"<i>Kee-you! kee-you!</i>" The fierce scream
rang out over the farmyard. And immediately
the mother-hens called to their children,
with frantic <i>clucks</i>, to run for their
lives into the chicken house.</p>
<p>Jasper Jay did not laugh at all over the
way the chicks scurried out of sight.</p>
<p>"Noisy Jake has played a mean trick on
me!" he said to himself. "He went and
screamed before it was his turn!"</p>
<p>Since he didn't want to miss <i>all</i> the fun,
Jasper let out a blood-curdling "<i>Kee-you!
kee-you!</i>" himself, just to hurry the last
hen under cover. But, somehow, he had
to confess to himself—though he wouldn't
have admitted it to anybody else—he had
to confess that Noisy Jake's cry sounded
far more like Mr. Hawk's than did his
own.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_43" id="p_43"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Of course, that did not make Jasper feel
any pleasanter. He wished he had not
told Noisy Jake where he was going.</p>
<p>"I'll punish him for his meddling!"
Jasper exclaimed. And he flew straight
for the tree where Noisy Jake had hidden.</p>
<p>But Jasper did not reach the tree.</p>
<p>"<i>Kee-you! kee-you!</i>" The cry came
from above his head. And looking up,
Jasper Jay saw Mr. Red-shouldered
Hawk himself, dropping down like lightning
out of the sky.</p>
<p>Mr. Hawk paid not the slightest attention
to the frightened hens and their
chicks. He seemed to have eyes only for
Jasper Jay. And on his proud, cruel face
there was a look of anger that made Jasper
wish he had never, never imitated Mr.
Hawk's cry.</p>
<p>He was sorry now, that he had not<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_44" id="p_44"></SPAN></span>
heeded Mr. Crow's warning. But his
cousin, old Mr. Crow, was always looking
solemn and croaking loudly about "trouble."
It was no wonder that people paid
little attention to what he said.</p>
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