If people snubbed Reddy Woodpecker he never cared. When the members of the Pleasant Valley Singing Society wouldn't let him join them he only smiled and said he intended to form a club of his own.  
As soon as the bird neighbors heard of Reddy's plan they were all very curious to know more about it. But whenever anybody asked him questions he had little to say.
 
"You'll learn all about it later," he told them. "Please don't bother me now, for I'm a busy bird. I'm starting my club."
 
It was easy for Reddy Woodpecker to keep his secrets from such small feathered folk as little Mr. Chippy. But there was one that couldn't rest until he found out what he wanted to know. This was old Mr. Crow. He shot question after question at Reddy Woodpecker. At last Reddy just had to tell him something in order to gain a little peace. Reddy knew that Mr. Crow would leave him as soon as he had picked up a bit of news. The old gentleman would hurry away to tell it to everybody in the valley.
 
"What's your club going to be named?" Whenever Mr. Crow talked with Reddy Woodpecker that was his favorite question. He asked it so many times and so loudly that just to get rid of him Reddy finally told him.
 
"I'm going to call my club 'The Redcaps,'" he said.
 
Old Mr. Crow didn't tarry an instant longer. With an eager look in his black eyes he went off on his broad wings, far down the valley.
 
Now, Mr. Crow was a fast worker. In an hour's time he had back again, having spread his bit of news far and wide.
 
And when he had repeated it to the last neighbor he could find he hurried to the to ............