Jimmy Skunk, as everybody knows, wears
a striped suit, a suit of black and white. There
was a time, long, long ago, when all the Skunk family
wore black. Very handsome their coats were, too,
a beautiful, glossy black. They were very, very
proud of them and took the greatest care of them,
brushing them carefully ever so many times a day.
There was a Jimmy Skunk then, just
as there is now, and he was head of all the Skunk
family. Now this Jimmy Skunk was very proud and
thought himself very much of a gentleman. He was
very independent and cared for no one. Like a
great many other independent people, he did not always
consider the rights of others. Indeed, it was
hinted in the wood and on the Green Meadows that not
all of Jimmy Skunk’s doings would bear the light
of day. It was openly said that he was altogether
too fond of prowling about at night, but no one could
prove that he was responsible for mischief done in
the night, for no one saw him. You see his coat
was so black that in the darkness of the night it
was not visible at all.
Now about this time of which I am
telling you Mrs. Ruffed Grouse made a nest at the
foot of the Great Pine and in it she laid fifteen
beautiful buff eggs. Mrs. Grouse was very happy,
very happy indeed, and all the little meadow folks
who knew of her happiness were happy too, for they
all loved shy, demure, little Mrs. Grouse. Every
morning when Peter Rabbit trotted down the Lone Little
Path through the wood past the Great Pine he would
stop for a few minutes to chat with Mrs. Grouse.
Happy Jack Squirrel would bring her the news every
afternoon. The Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother
West Wind would run up a dozen times a day to see
how she was getting along.
One morning Peter Rabbit, coming down
the Lone Little Path for his usual morning call, found
a terrible state of affairs. Poor little Mrs.
Grouse was heart-broken. All about the foot of
the Great Pine lay the empty shells of her beautiful
eggs. They had been broken and scattered this
way and that.
“How did it happen?” asked Peter Rabbit.
“I don’t know,”
sobbed poor little Mrs. Grouse. “In the
night when I was fast asleep something pounced upon
me. I managed to get away and fly up in the top
of the Great Pine. In the morning I found all
my eggs broken, just as you see them here.”
Peter Rabbit looked the ground over
very carefully. He hunted around behind the Great
Pine, he looked under the bushes, he studied the ground
with a very wise air. Then he hopped off down
the Lone Little Path to the Green Meadows. He
stopped at the house of Johnny Chuck.
“What makes your eyes so big
and round?” asked Johnny Chuck.
Peter Rabbit came very close so as
to whisper in Johnny Chuck’s ear, and told him
all that he had seen. Together they went to Jimmy
Skunk’s house. Jimmy Skunk was in bed.
He was very sleepy and very cross when he came to
the door. Peter Rabbit told him what he had seen.
“Too bad! Too bad!”
said Jimmy Skunk, and yawned sleepily.
“Won’t you join us in
trying to find out who did it?” asked Johnny
Chuck.
Jimmy Skunk said he would be delighted
to come but that he had some other business that morning
and that he would join them in the afternoon.
Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck went on. Pretty
soon they met the Merry Little Breezes and told them
the dreadful story.
“What shall we do?” asked Johnny Chuck.
“We’ll hurry over and
tell Old Dame Nature,” cried the Merry Little
Breezes, “and ask her what to do.”
So away flew the Merry Little Breezes
to Old Dame Nature and told her all the dreadful story.
Old Dame Nature listened very attentively. Then
she sent the Merry Little Breezes to all the little
meadow folks to tell every one to be at the Great Pine
that afternoon. Now whatever Old Dame Nature commanded
all the meadow folks were obliged to do. They
did not dare to disobey her. Promptly at four
o’clock that afternoon all the meadow folks
were gathered around the foot of the Great Pine.
Broken-hearted little Mrs. Ruffed Grouse sat beside
her empty nest, with all the broken shells about her.
Reddy Fox, Peter Rabbit, Johnny Chuck,
Billy Mink, Little Joe Otter, Jerry Muskrat, Hooty
the Owl, Bobby Coon, Sammy Jay, Blacky the Crow, Grandfather
Frog, Mr. Toad, Spotty the Turtle, the Merry Little
Breezes, all were there. Last of all came Jimmy
Skunk. Very handsome he looked in his shining
black coat and very sorry he appeared that such a
dreadful thing should have happened. He told
Mrs. Grouse how badly he felt, and he loudly demanded
that the culprit should be found out and severely
punished.
Old Dame Nature has the most smiling
face in the world, but this time it was very, very
grave indeed. First she asked little Mrs. Grouse
to tell her story all over again that all might hear.
Then each in turn was asked to tell where he had been
the night before. Johnny Chuck, Happy Jack Squirrel,
Striped Chipmunk, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had
gone to bed when Mr. Sun went down behind the Purple
Hills. Jerry Muskrat, Billy Mink, Little Joe
Otter, Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle had not
left the Smiling Pool. Bobby Coon had been down
in Farmer Brown’s cornfield. Hooty the
Owl had been hunting in the lower end of the Green
Meadows. Peter Rabbit had been down in the berry
patch. Mr. Toad had been under the piece of bark
which he called a house. Old Dame Nature called
on Jimmy Skunk last of all. Jimmy protested that
he had been very, very tired and had gone to bed very
early indeed and had slept the whole night through.
Then Old Dame Nature asked Peter Rabbit
what he had found among the egg shells that morning.
Peter Rabbit hopped out and laid three
long black hairs before Old Dame Nature. “These,”
said Peter Rabbit “are what I found among the
egg shells.”
Then Old Dame Nature called Johnny
Chuck. “Tell us, Johnny Chuck,” said
she, “what you saw when you called at Jimmy Skunk’s
house this morning.”
“I saw Jimmy Skunk,” said
Johnny Chuck, “and Jimmy seemed very, very sleepy.
It seemed to me that his whiskers were yellow.”
“That will do,” said Old
Dame Nature, and then she called Old Mother West Wind.
“What time did you come down
on the Green Meadows this morning?”
“Just at the break of day,”
said Old Mother West Wind, “as Mr. Sun was coming
up from behind the Purple Hills.”
“And whom did you see so early
in the morning?” asked Old Dame Nature.
“I saw Bobby Coon going home
from old Farmer Brown’s cornfield,” said
Old Mother West Wind. “I saw Hooty the Owl
coming back from the lower end of the Green Meadows.
I saw Peter Rabbit down in the berry patch. Last
of all I saw something like a black shadow coming
down the Lone Little Path toward the house of Jimmy
Skunk.”
Every one was looking very hard at
Jimmy Skunk. Jimmy began to look very unhappy
and very uneasy.
“Who wears a black coat?” asked Dame Nature.
“Jimmy Skunk!” shouted all the little
meadow folks.
“What might make whiskers yellow?”
asked Old Dame Nature.
No one seemed to know at first.
Then Peter Rabbit spoke up. “It might
be the yolk of an egg,” said Peter Rabbit.
“Who are likely to be sleepy
on a bright sunny morning?” asked Old Dame Nature.
“People who have been out all
night,” said Johnny Chuck, who himself always
goes to bed with the sun.
“Jimmy Skunk,” said Old
Dame Nature, and her voice was very stern, very stern
indeed, and her face was very grave. “Jimmy
Skunk, I accuse you of having broken and eaten the
eggs of Mrs. Grouse. What have you to say for
yourself?”
Jimmy Skunk hung his head. He
hadn’t a word to say. He just wanted to
sneak away by himself.
“Jimmy Skunk,” said Old
Dame Nature, “because your handsome black coat
of which you are so proud has made it possible for
you to move about in the night without being seen,
and because we can no longer trust you upon your honor,
henceforth you and your descendants shall wear a striped
coat, which is the sign that you cannot be trusted.
Your coat hereafter shall be black and white, that
when you move about in the night you will always be
visible.”
And this is why that to this day Jimmy
Skunk wears a striped suit of black and white.