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   >         [Illustration: 13 Mr. Crow's Picture]   
      
     TOM: Hey, that was easy!   
      
   >   
   >         Chapter 13   
   >   
   >         Mr. Crow's Picture   
      
     TOM: Oh, no, he's going to want to direct.   
    CROW: I'm *getting* to direct.   
      
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   >         In the woods near the foot of Blue Mountain news   
   > travels fast.   
      
    JOEL: [ As James Earl Jones ] This ... is Tree N N.   
      
   >               Soon everybody knew that Jimmy Rabbit had   
   > become an artist.   
      
     TOM: Pressure is really on him after the tooth-pulling fiasco.   
      
   >                   And many of the woods-people put on their   
   > best clothes and hurried to Jimmy's house, to have their   
   > pictures painted.   
      
    CROW: The animals of Pleasant Valley have a clothing industry but not   
   representational art?  What goofy Civ VII game is this?   
      
   >   
   >         They were disappointed when Jimmy told them all that   
   > they would have to wait.   
      
    JOEL: 'That's fine', said Timmy Mayfly.   
      
   >   
   >         "But after I've made a picture of Mr. Crow you shall   
   > each have your turn," he promised.   
      
     TOM: And if you don't want your turn you can trade it for what's behind the   
   curtain.   
      
   >   
   >         Some of them grumbled. And Mr. Fox, especially, was   
   > very disagreeable.   
      
    JOEL: I want to see how this plays out in _The Tale of Tommy Fox_ myself.   
      
   >   
   >         "I was the first one here," he said. "I don't see why   
   > I should have to wait for old Mr. Crow."   
      
    CROW: Really?  It makes sense to me.   
      
   >   
   >         But Jimmy Rabbit would not listen to him. He felt   
   > quite important.   
      
     TOM: Is this somehow even better than wheelbarrow?   
      
   >   
   >         "I shall have to ask you all to go away now," he   
   > said.   
      
    CROW: Painting is such sweet sorrow.   
      
   >       "Painting pictures is very difficult work.   
      
     TOM: First you have to find a picture, then you have to cover it with paint   
   before anyone catches you.   
      
   >                                                  It would   
   > make me nervous to have so many people watching me."   
      
    JOEL: Oh, he's a shy painter.   
    CROW: Now where is he going to find a shy to pose for him?   
      
   >   
   >         So his callers left him--all but Mr. Fox.   
      
     TOM: Wait, he needs Sammy Sable to get paintbrush hair!   
      
   >   
   >         "I'm going to stay right here," Mr. Fox said. "And as   
   > soon as you finish with Mr. Crow, you can begin my picture."   
      
    JOEL: You know this is how Will Eisner got started.   
      
   > And he looked so surly that Jimmy Rabbit didn't dare object.   
      
    CROW: Surly and hanging out where he's not wanted?  From a Tom?   
      
   >   
   >         At last Mr. Crow arrived.   
      
     TOM: Wasting everybody's time?  From a Crow?   
    JOEL: Okay, kid-bots, let's take this down to like a four.   
      
   >   
   >         "I'd have been here before," he said, "but I stopped   
   > to get a new hat."   
      
    JOEL: Is he making excuses?   
      
   >   
   >         "That's too bad!" Jimmy told him.   
      
     TOM: You know hats are forbidden by Bird Law.   
      
   >                                           "You know,   
   > gentlemen never wear hats when they're having their portraits   
   > painted.   
      
    CROW: And for all we know that's true for 1916!   
      
   >          But I'll tell you what you can do," he added, for he   
   > saw that Mr. Crow was disappointed.   
      
    JOEL: You could let The Lobe borrow it.  He likes a snazzy hat.   
      
   >                                     "You can hold your hat in   
   > your hand."   
      
    CROW: How?   
      
   >   
   >         That seemed to make Mr. Crow feel better. But Mr. Fox   
   > almost spoiled everything by saying, "Then he'll have to   
   > stand on one leg."   
      
     TOM: Hey, if you don't stand on at least one leg it isn't standing anymore,   
   it's sitting.   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit hadn't thought of that.   
      
    CROW: And we had no idea that birds here can wear hats but not hold them in   
   their wings?   
      
   >                                              And Mr. Crow   
   > only made it harder for him. For he said in a loud voice, "No   
   > hat, no picture!"   
      
    JOEL: No shirt, no shoes.   
     TOM: No kidding.   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit thought very hard. And pretty soon he   
   > smiled all over his face.   
      
    CROW: That's better than when he used to smile all over his wrists.   
      
   >   
   >         "It's all right!" he said. "I know how to fix it, Mr.   
   > Crow.   
      
    JOEL: Tommy can hold your hat on your head?   
      
   >       You can hold your hat, just as I said."   
      
    CROW: It's un-gentlemanly but now I don't know how having to hold stuff in   
   your feet affects that.   
      
   >   
   >         So everybody was happy again--except Mr. Fox, who had   
   > hoped that old Mr. Crow would go away.   
      
    JOEL: You know this is where Frank Tashlin got this cartoon from.   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit showed Mr. Crow where to stand.   
      
    CROW: [ As Mr Crow ] On my hat?   
      
   >                                                      And then   
   > he began to paint.   
      
    JOEL: [ Pants, exaggeratedly ]   
     TOM: No, *paints*.   
    JOEL: Oh.   
      
   >                    And while he worked, Mr. Fox looked over   
   > his shoulder.   
      
     TOM: Careful, you might be gaining on yourself.   
      
   >   
   >         It was not long before something seemed to please Mr.   
   > Fox, for he smiled broadly.   
      
    JOEL: [ As Mr Fox ] Mwuh-ha-haa-haaaa!   
      
   >   
   >         Mr. Crow noticed that grin.   
      
    CROW: [ As Mr Crow ] Saaaaaaay!   
      
   >   
   >         "What's he laughing at?" he asked. "_I_ don't see   
   > anything to laugh at."   
      
     TOM: [ As Mr Fox ] I just remembered Sunday's _That Mischievous   
   Ventriloquist And The Nixy Lad_ comic strip!   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit looked around. But Mr. Fox was as solemn   
   > as an owl.   
      
    JOEL: I mean your average owl.  Not 'Slappy' The Clown Owl.   
      
   >   
   >         "He isn't laughing," said Jimmy.   
      
     TOM: Fine, he's snickering.  Was that clarification worth derailing the   
   conversation, Jimmy?   
      
   >   
   >         "Certainly not!" said Mr. Fox.   
      
    CROW: The very *idea*, Mister Firefly!   
      
   >                                        "Your eyes must be   
   > bad, Mr. Crow."   
      
    JOEL: I told you to bring your readers, Crow.   
    CROW: They don't latch on to my ears!   
      
   >   
   >         "Well, I didn't bring my spectacles," Mr. Crow   
   > answered.   
      
     TOM: You don't have ears!   
    CROW: Which is insult on top of injury!   
      
      
   >           "I thought I'd look better without them."   
      
    JOEL: Sorry, so the animals have dooryards and reading glasses and   
   wheelbarrows now.   
     TOM: But not painting.   
      
   >   
   >         After that Mr. Fox managed to keep a sober face. But   
   > _inside_ he was laughing as hard as could be.   
      
    CROW: Now you have to remember, his lunch was a big bunch of Tickle Grapes.   
      
   >   
   >         "What makes him shake so?" Mr. Crow asked, a few   
   > minutes later.   
      
    JOEL: Uh ... the love of the game?   
      
   >   
   >         "I must have caught cold," Mr. Fox replied. "I've   
   > been chilly all the morning."   
      
     TOM: You should warm up by the fox-fire.   
      
   >   
   >         "You'd better go home," Jimmy Rabbit advised him.   
      
    JOEL: You know, maybe they could use you in _The Tale Of Vernon Nuthatch_?    
   Mmm?   
      
   >                                                           But   
   > Mr. Fox wouldn't have left for anything.   
      
    CROW: What if the offer were nothing?  Would you leave for nothing?   
      
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