Nobody knows why, though.
And this crow was very sorrowful. He was always thinking something unpleasant was going to happen, such as that he was going to drop his ice cream cone in the the mud, or that somebody would put whitewash on him. Oh, he was very sorrowful, was this crow, and his name was Mr. Caw-caw. You just come for an auto ride with me, and you'll feel better. So Mr. Caw-caw got into the auto, and once more Uncle Wiggily started off.