Fatty Coon was frightened; he had just waked up and he heard a sound that was exactly like the noise Farmer Green and his hired man had made when they cut down the tall tree where he was perched.  
"Oh, Mother! What is it?" he cried.
 
"The loggers have come," Mrs. Coon said. "They are cutting down all the big trees in the swamp."
 
"Then we'll have to move, won't we?" Fatty asked.
 
"No! They won't touch this tree," his mother told him. "It's an old tree, and hollow—so they won't chop it down. It's only the good sound trees that they'll take."
 
"But I thought this was a good tree." Fatty was puzzled.
 
"So it is, my son! It's a good tree for us. But not for the loggers.
They would have little use for it."
Fatty Coon felt better when he heard that. And he had a good deal of fun, peeping down at the loggers and watching them work. But he took care that they should not see HIM. He knew what their bright axes could do.
 
When night came Fatty had still more fun. When the loggers were asleep Fatty went to their camp in the woods beside the and he found many good things to eat. He did not know the names of all the goodies; but he ate them just the same. He ' liked some potatoes which the careless cook had left in a pan near the open camp-fire. Th............