it was out at last. digger the badger had told jimmy skunk who it was that had so frightened the little people of the green forest and the green meadows with his terrible voice, and jimmy skunk had straightway sent the merry little breezes of old mother west wind over to the smiling pool, up along the laughing brook, through the green forest, and over the green meadows to spread the news that it was old man coyote from the great west who had come to make his home on the green meadows. and that night when they heard his voice, somehow it didn't sound so terrible. you see, they knew who it was, and that made all the difference in the world.

the shivers still might crawl and creep

and chase away good friendly sleep,

but knowing whom he had to fear

brought to each heart a bit of cheer.

that may seem a bit queer, but it was so. you see, not knowing what or whom to be afraid of made the little meadow and forest people afraid every minute of the time, afraid to sleep, afraid to put their noses out of their homes, almost afraid to draw a long breath. but now that they knew it was old man coyote who had so frightened them, they felt better, for digger the badger, who had known him in the great west where they had been neighbors, had told jimmy skunk what he looked like, and jimmy skunk had spread the news so that everybody would know old man coyote when they saw him. so though each one knew that he mustn't give old man coyote a chance to catch him, each felt sure right down in his heart that all he had to do was to be just a little bit smarter than old man coyote, and he would be safe.

of course it didn't take old man coyote long to learn that he had been found out. he grinned to himself, stretched, and yawned, and then came out from his secret hiding place.

“i think i'll call on my neighbors,” said he, and trotted towards the house of digger the badger. the merry little breezes saw him first and in a great flutter of excitement they hurried this way and that way to tell everybody that the stranger from the great west had come out in the light of day. my, my, my! such a scampering as there was for a safe place from which to peep out at old man coyote! he pretended not to notice, and didn't look this way or that way, but trotted on about his own business.

digger the badger was sitting on his doorstep, and he grinned when he saw old man coyote coming.

“it's about time you called on your old friend,” said he.

it was old man coyote's turn to grin. “that's so, brother badger,” he replied, “but the fact is, i've been living very quietly.”

“excepting at night,” said digger, showing all his teeth in a rather broad grin. “you're voice certainly has sounded good to me.”

“i guess it's the first time,” interrupted old man coyote.

“the first time i heard it i thought i was dreaming,” continued digger, just as if he hadn't heard what old man coyote said. “seems just like home to have you about. but tell me, how does it happen that you have come here out of the great west?”

“that's too long a story to tell now. anyway, i might ask you the same thing. but here i am, and i believe i'll stay. i like the green meadows and the green forest. now i must be going along to call on the rest of my new neighbors. i hope they'll be glad to see me.” old man coyote grinned again when he said this, for no one knew better than he did how very much afraid of him his new neighbors were.

“come again when you can stop longer,” said digger the badger.

“i will,” replied old man coyote, starting toward the smiling pool.