on the part of Silly Sim helped his reputation 
among his acquaintances at the garbage dump, 
but it caused much annoyance to the victim 
of his prank. As soon as he was free, Bill flew 
away in a great hurry, the bell jangling loudly 
with every stroke of his wings. He lighted on 
an old rail fence not far off and balancing first 
on one foot and then on the other tried to scratch 
the bell off his neck. Of course he could not do 
this, and every time his toes hit the bell it rang, 
and every time it rang Silly Sim danced and 
shouted, for it was joy to him to know that his 
work was well done. 
Bill hung around all afternoon working at 
the bell; in fact, he was occupied with these 
efforts until night, when instead of trying to go 
back to Cow Heaven swamp, he flew up on a 
limb of a dead pine tree to roost. With head 
buried among the long feathers of his neck he 
was soon asleep. 
IV 
Now we must leave old Bill Two-feathers 
on his perch in the big pine and go thirty miles 
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