Bowser looked up to the top of the tall tree where Blacky sat , and in his great , soft eyes was such a look of friendliness that it gave Blacky a funny feeling . You know Blacky is not used to friendly looks . He is used to quite the other kind . Bowser came out of the old sugar house where he had spent the night and whined softly as he looked up at Blacky , and as he whined he wagged his tail ever so slightly . Blacky did n't know what to make of it . He had never been more surprised in his life . He did n't know which surprised him most , finding Bowser ` way over here where he had no business to be , or Bowser 's friendliness . As for Bowser , he had spent such a forlorn , miserable night , and he was so terribly lonesome , that the very sound of Blacky 's voice had given him a queer thrill . Never had he thought of Blacky the Crow as a friend . In fact , he never thought much about Blacky at all . Sometimes he had chased Blacky out of Farmer Brown 's corn-field early in the spring but that is all he ever had had to do with him . Now , however , lonesome and lost as he was , the sound of a familiar voice made him tingle all over with a friendly feeling . So he whined softly and wagged his tail feebly as he looked up at Blacky sitting in the top of a tall tree . Presently Bowser limped out to the middle of the little clearing and turned first this way and then that way . Then he sat down and howled dismally . In an instant Blacky the Crow understood ; Bowser was lost . `` So that 's the trouble , '' muttered Blacky to himself . `` That silly dog has got himself lost . I never will be able to understand how anybody can get lost . I never in my life was lost , and never expect to be .
But it is easy enough to see that XXXXX is lost and badly lost .
Blacky Bowser Brown Crow dog first night spring tail way