Reddy Woodpecker knew that Mr. Crow would come back to the to ask him another question. The old gentleman simply had to learn more about Reddy's club.  
"I'd like to knew—" said Mr. Crow—"I'd like to know why you are the president of The Redcaps."
 
"That's easily answered," Reddy replied. "It's because I wear the biggest and reddest cap of all the birds in the neighborhood."
 
Mr. Crow puzzled over the matter for a time.
 
"I don't understand what difference your cap makes," he said at last. "I've been thinking about joining the club. And I have no red cap."
 
"That's true, Mr. Crow," Reddy agreed. "And that's the reason why you can't join my club. Nobody that doesn't wear a red cap can be a member of The Redcaps."
 
Mr. Crow looked at him.
 
"Humph!" cried the old gentleman. "I've been thinking about joining the club. But I've not to do it."
 
Reddy Woodpecker smiled at him. And for some reason Mr. Crow became angry.
 
"How many members has your club?" he squawked.
 
"One!" Reddy told him.
 
"Ha!" the old fellow exclaimed. "You can't have a club with only one member."
 
"I expect that several of the neighbors will join The Redcaps to-morrow," said Reddy Woodpecker. "They 're only waiting for an invitation."
 
"Let me see," Mr. Crow murmured. "There's your cousin Mr. . He wears a red patch on the back of his head. But you can't call it a cap."
 
"I call it a cap," Reddy Woodpecker told him. "Mr. Flicker is going to get an invitation."
 
Mr. Crow then muttered something about cousins, and added ............