ROBIN HOOD, THE JAY 
I 
ARLY one spring morning in upper New 
kK York State the. back door of a farm- 
—4 house opened and: out of it stepped 
Grandpa Strong. In each hand he carried a tin 
pan. Walking a short distance he opened a gate, 
set one of the pans on the gate-post, and from 
the other began throwing out handfuls of cracked 
corn. 
““Chickie, chickie, chickie,” he called in a 
loud, clear voice. Fowls came running from 
various directions. After emptying the pan he 
raised a finger and began to count. “One, two, 
three, four—” yes, they were all there. Sixteen 
hens and two roosters. It was plain that the 
skunk had not been back again. 
Then he took the other pan, closed the gate, 
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