… “There is nothing I fear!” sang Skunk going his way, “there is just nothing I fear! Should a boulder roll at me as I pass I would squirt it with musk and blast it into a thousand pieces, there is nothing I fear! Should a pine tree fall over me I would squirt it with musk and split it into a thousand splinters, there is nothing I fear!”
Just then Skunk stopped in his tracks for a thought had come to him.
A long buried memory of the one thing that he did fear.
“Just one thing I fear,” went the song before Skunk could stop it, and that made Skunk even more nervous. He started running to and fro from one side of the valley to the other, “Only one thing I fear,” went the song as Skunk wheedled his way up the valley.
Rice-Bird, who had been feigning death in Skunk’s back pack the whole time could hear all his prattling.
“Oh, I do wish Skunk would name his fear,” thought Rice-Bird.
“There is one thing I fear so I will have to name it,” went on Skunk.
“Oh good,” thought Rice-Bird.
“The thing I fear is whistling, the thing I fear is whistling!”
With his fear out in the open of the wide valley, Skunk became even more frightened and he bolted at top speed up the valley…
to be continued