"Yes, he comes by my tree every day, usually around the time when the sun is the highest. He calls himself Francis."
"Fran - sis, ....Fran-sis, ... Fran-sis ..." Worm said the name over and over slowly as if trying to remember some long past association to the name.
Ever vigilant, Crow noted that the 'high sun' was less than an hour away.
But Worm was lost in the contemplation of that name, Francis. Where had he heard that name before? Suddenly, he shouted, "Francis! That's it!"
All heads turned toward worm. A quick glance around the Raccoon's lair revealed not only all eyes fixed on worm, but all minds and hearts as well. Worm began to glow a bit, but this time it was embarrassment at being thrust so suddenly into the center arena of attention. Worm started quietly, slowly to unfold a most incredible tale about the man that they all hoped to meet:
(to be continued)
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