BrownieBeaverlikedtoknowwhatwasgoingonintheworld.ButlivingfarfromPleasantValleyashedid,heseldomheardanynewsbeforeitwasquiteold. “Iwish—”hesaidtoMr.Crowoneday,whenthatoldgentlemanwasmakinghimavisit—”Iwishsomeonewouldstartanewspaperinthisneighborhood.” Mr.CrowtoldBrowniethathewouldbegladtobringhimanoldnewspaperwheneverhehappenedtofindone.“Thankyou!”BrownieBeaversaid.“You’reverykind. Butanoldnewspaperwouldbeofnousetome.” “Whynot?”Mr.Crowinquired.“Theymakeverygoodbeds,I’vebeentold.AndIsupposethatiswhatyouwantonefor.” “Notatall!”Browniereplied. “I’dliketoknowwhat’shappeningoverinPleasantValley. Ittakessolongfornewstoreachushereinourpondthatit’softenhardlyworthlisteningtowhenwehearit—it’ssoold. Now,whatI’dreallypreferisanewspaperthatwouldtellmeeverythingthat’sgoingtohappenaweeklater.” Mr.Crowsaidheneverheardofanewspaperlikethat. “Well,somebodyoughttostartone,”BrownieBeaveranswered. Mr.Crowthoughtdeeplyforsomeminuteswithoutsayingaword.AndatlastHecriedsuddenly: “Haveyou?”BrownieBeaverexclaimed.“Whatisit,Mr.Crow?” “I’llbeyournewspaper!”Mr.Crowtoldhim. AtthatBrownieBeaverlookedsomewhatdoubtful. “That’sverykindofyou,”hesaid.“ButI’mafraiditwouldn’tdomemuchgood.You’resoblackthattheinkwouldn’tshowonyouatall-—unless,”headded,“theyusewhiteinktoprintonyou.” “Youdon’tunderstand,”oldMr.Crowsaid. “WhatImeanisthis:I’llflyoverhereonceaweekandtellyoueverythingthat’shappened. Ofcourse,”hecontinued,“Ican’tverywelltellyoueverythingthatisgoingtotakeplacethefollowingweek.ButI’lldomybest.” BrownieBeaverwasdelighted.AndwhenMr.CrowaskedhimwhatdayhewantedhisnewspaperBrowniesaidthatSaturdayafternoonwouldbeagoodtime. “That’sthelastdayoftheweek,”BrownieBeaverremarked,“soyououghttohaveplentyofnewsforme.Youknow,ifyoucamethefirstdayoftheweektherewouldbeverylittletotell.” “That’sso!”saidMr.Crow.“Wellsay‘Saturday,’then. Andyoushallhaveyournewspaperwithoutfail—unless,”heexplained—”unlessthereshouldbeabadstorm,orunlessIshouldbeill. And,ofcourse,ifFarmerGreenshouldwantmetohelphiminhiscornfield,Iwouldn’tbeabletocome. Theremightbeotherthings,too,tokeepmeathome,whichIcan’tthinkofjustnow,”saidMr.Crow. AgainBrownieBeaverlookedabitdoubtful. “Ihopeyou’lltrytoberegular,”hetoldMr.Crow.“Whenapersontakesanewspaperhedoesn’tliketobedisappointed,youknow.” OldMr.CrowsaidthathehopednothingwouldpreventhiscomingtoBrownie’shouseeverySaturdayafternoon. “There’sonlyonemorethingIcanthinkof,”hecroaked,“thatwouldmakeitimpossibleformetobehere. AndthatisifIshouldlosecountofthedaysoftheweekorhavetoseeabaseballgameorflysouthforthewinter.” “Butthat’sthreethings,insteadofonlyone,”BrownieBeaverobjected. “Well—maybeitis,”Mr.Crowreplied—”thewayyoucount.ButIcallitonlyonebecauseIsaiditallinonebreath,withoutasinglepause.” “Ihopeyouwon’ttellmethenewsasfastasthat,”saidBrownieBeaver,“forifyoudidIshouldneverbeabletorememberone-halfofit.” ButMr.Crowpromisedthathewouldtalkveryslowly. “You’llbeperfectlysatisfied,”hetoldBrownie.“AndnowImustgohomeatonce,tobegingatheringnews.” 
