Edith Francis Foster

Jimmy Crow belongs to Jack. Jack is a little boy. Jimmy is a big crow. Jack wears a white suit. Jimmy wears black feathers. Jack says "Good Morning," and "Yes, sir," and "Thank you." Jimmy can say only "Caw, caw." Jack thinks Jimmy is a funnier pet than a cat or a dog.

O ne day, last summer, Jack was picking low berries in the pasture, when he saw a young crow hopping in the bushes. The little crow was lame in one leg. He had fallen from the nest. He was too young to fly far, so Jack caught him. He carried him home in his berry-basket. Then Jack took a hammer and nails and wood and built a cage. He named his new pet "Jimmy Crow."

J ack took good care of Jimmy Crow. He caught crickets for him to eat, and gave him fresh water in a tin cup. Jimmy's lame leg soon got well. His wings grew big, and he could fly. When Jack called, Jimmy would fly to him and perch on his hand or head.

J immy Crow liked mischief. He liked to hide things and see people hunt for them. Once when Jack was getting ready for school, he could not find his top. He hunted till Mama said he must put on his rubber boots and be off. One of those boots would not go on. There was something in the toe. Jack held it up and shook it, and out fell—the top! Jimmy Crow flapped his wings and cried "Caw, caw!" That was his way of laughing. Jack laughed too, as he took his books and hat and hurried off. Edith Francis Foster