Of course, though they all looked so much alike, you would have known which was Mrs. Coon, for she was so much bigger than her children. And you would have known which was Fatty he was so much rounder than his brother and his sisters. Mrs. Coon's home was in the hollow branch of an old tree. It was a giant of a tree a poplar close by a brook which ran into the swamp and the branch which was Mrs. Coon's home was as big as most tree-trunks are.