THE CROW'S CHILDREN 111 



And with their chisel beak, they chip away 

 the soft wood. 



But where is the hammer, you say. 



The hammer is the bird's head. 



With this he drives the chisel. 



His beak helps him to get his dinner, too. 



He hammers and pecks at the bark. 



At last he finds a grub. 



Poor little grub ! 



He thought that he had found a safe winter 

 home. 



Mr. Woodpecker darts out his tongue. 



And that is the end of the grub. 



THE CROW'S CHILDREN 



carrying answered worry astonished 

 parent 



A farmer was going about the field carrying 

 a gun. 



On a tree near by sat a black, black crow. 



" Caw ! caw ! caw ! " said the crow. 



" What do you want ? " answered the farmer. 



