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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hazel Squirrel and Other Stories + +Author: Howard B. Famous + +Release Date: July 16, 2007 [EBook #22087] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HAZEL SQUIRREL AND OTHER STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Linda McKeown, Jacqueline Jeremy +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" class="jpg1" width="500" height="778" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter box1"> +<img src="images/insdie1s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="Inside 1" title="" /> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/inside1x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter box1"> +<a name="front" id="front"></a> +<img src="images/frontispieces.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="615" alt="Frontispiece" title="" /> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/frontispiecex.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + + +<div class="box"> +<h2 class="head">FAMOUS ANIMAL STORIES</h2> +</div> + +<h1>Hazel Squirrel<br /> +<span class="sub">AND OTHER STORIES</span></h1> + +<h3>By<br /> +<span class="author">Howard B. Famous</span></h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/deco.png" width="150" height="72" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h3>FULLY ILLUSTRATED</h3> + +<p class="center"><span class="pub">Whitman Publishing Co.</span><br /> +<span class="loc">RACINE, WISCONSIN</span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> + +<p class="center t"><span class="copy">COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY</span><br /> +<span class="pub">Whitman Publishing Co.</span><br /> +<span class="loc">RACINE, WIS.</span><br /> +Printed in United States of America</p> + + + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="nom"><a name="contents" id="contents"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + <ul> + <li class="right">Page</li> + </ul> + <ul> + <li><span class="left">In Squirrel Town</span> <span class="right"><a href="#in">7</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Hazel and Bushy-tail Visit Some Strange Lands</span> <span class="right"><a href="#hazel">15</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Mrs. Screech Owl</span> <span class="right"><a href="#mrs">26</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">The Raccoon and the Bees</span> <span class="right"><a href="#the">41</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Pinkie Whiskers</span> <span class="right"><a href="#pinkie">67</a></span><br /></li> + </ul> + + + +<h2 class="nom">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + <ul> + <li><span class="left">Little Hazel Was Playing Far Out on a Leafy Branch</span> <span class="right">(<a href="#front"><em>Frontispiece</em></a>)</span><br /></li> + </ul> + <ul> + <li class="right">Page</li> + </ul> + <ul> + <li><span class="left">“I’ll Be Down in a Jiffy”</span> <span class="right"><a href="#ill">9</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">He Held Out Some Nuts to Them</span> <span class="right"><a href="#he">13</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">She Rocked Them in her Doll’s Cradle</span> <span class="right"><a href="#she">21</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Mr. Bat Saw Them Huddled Together</span> <span class="right"><a href="#mr">23</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Mother Squirrel Entertains Her Visitors</span> <span class="right"><a href="#mother">27</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">The Squirrels Go on a Picnic</span> <span class="right"><a href="#go">32</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Feasting on Hazel Nuts</span> <span class="right"><a href="#on">36</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">The Raccoon Watches the Boys</span> <span class="right"><a href="#watch">40</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">“Yum, Yum, But It Is Fine”</span> <span class="right"><a href="#yum">48</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">“Oh, Coonie, Tell Me Where It Is”</span> <span class="right"><a href="#oh">51</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">Chuck Arrived at the Big Oak Tree</span> <span class="right"><a href="#chuck">55</a></span><br /></li> + <li><span class="left">He Grabbed Up a Big Stick</span> <span class="right"><a href="#up">59</a></span><br /></li> + </ul> + +<hr class="hr4" /> + +<h2 class="a nom">HAZEL SQUIRREL</h2> + +<h2 class="top"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span><a name="in" id="in"></a>IN SQUIRREL TOWN</h2> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 3.5em;"> +<img src="images/quote.png" width="8" height="7" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p class="cap">COME, little sleepy-eyes, it’s time to get up,” said Mrs. Squirrel, one +morning. But little Bushy-Tail was having such a nice dream about a +wonderful tree where all kinds of nuts grew side by side on the same +branch that he did not answer. Only his eyelids quivered ever so little, +so his mother knew he was pretending.</p> + +<p class="i">“Come, come!” she repeated. “Little Hazel Squirrel is up and playing +outside.”</p> + +<p class="i">In a twinkling he had jumped out of bed and pressed his furry little +nose against the window pane. Little Hazel was playing far out on a +leafy branch with one eye <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>on Bushy-Tail’s house, nestled in a forked +limb close to the trunk. She waved her lovely gray tail when she saw him +and began chattering very fast.</p> + +<p class="i">“Wait a minute,” Bushy-Tail called back, “I’ll be down in a jiffy.”</p> + +<p class="i">And he was in such a hurry that he tied his tie on sideways and brushed +his furry tail the wrong way, which made him look very funny. He even +forgot to take a bite of the nice breakfast his mother had left on the +table for him. Right through the window he bounded, instead of walking +through the door as he had been taught to do, and landed close beside +Hazel, far out on the leafy bough.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, Hazel,” he cried, “I’ve had the loveliest dream!”</p> + +<p class="i">“You old sleepy-head,” she answered, “you lay abed dreaming when you +might be out playing in the fresh air.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +<a name="ill" id="ill"></a> +<img src="images/illus-009s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="609" alt="“I’LL BE DOWN IN A JIFFY”" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">“I’LL BE DOWN IN A JIFFY”</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-009x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">“Hazel,” Bushy-Tail began, t<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>eetering up and down on the branch in his +excitement, “I’m sick of peanuts, aren’t you?”</p> + +<p class="i">“No,” she answered, “I love them. Mother says they make my coat thick +and sleek.”</p> + +<p class="i">They were city squirrels, you know, who lived in a park and had their +daily supply of peanuts left at their door by the park-keeper.</p> + +<p class="i">“No, I am not sick of peanuts,” she continued. “But what has that to do +with your dream?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Everything,” he went on. “Oh, Hazel, I dreamed of a most wonderful tree +where all kinds of nuts—hickory, walnuts, chestnuts and +hazel-nuts—grew side by side on the same branch. We must hurry and get +there before they are all gone,” and he jumped up so quickly that Hazel +went spinning round and round the branch she was holding on to with her +sharp little claws.</p> + +<p class="i">Now, Hazel was a good little squirrel <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>who always talked things over +with her mother, so as they were hurrying away across the park she +suddenly stopped. “I forgot to tell mother where I was going,” she said.</p> + +<p class="i">Her play-fellow grabbed her by the tail. “It’s to be a surprise,” he +whispered. “We will make little baskets of dry twigs and carry home +enough for everybody.” This sounded fine.</p> + +<p class="i">The pink in the sky was by now beginning to fade. Presently Mr. Sun +poked his head over the hilltops far away. He saw the runaway children +and he thought to give them a scare that would send them home. So he +bounded out from behind a cloud and sent a long, dark shadow right +across the path in front of them.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, my,” cried Hazel, “what’s that?”</p> + +<p class="i">Both children were so startled they jumped straight up in the air and +landed on the other side of the dark shadow.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>“Let’s go home,” suggested Hazel, but when they turned to go they saw +their own shadows and of course they knew them. How they laughed then, +for who would think of being afraid of a lifeless shadow?</p> + +<p class="i">By and by they met a workman. He had a dinner-pail in his hand and in +his pockets peanuts for the squirrels, for every morning and night he +passed through the park. Now, the good citizens of the town had made +laws that no one should harm a squirrel and the squirrels knew this. So +Hazel and Bushy-Tail were not afraid of the workman and when he knelt +down and held out some nuts to them, they ran right up to him, +chattering all the while.</p> + +<p class="i">Bushy-Tail took one of the nuts, cracked it with his teeth and, holding +it with both hands, ate very greedily. For, you see, the sight of the +nuts reminded him he had not eaten any breakfast, and suddenly he became +very hungry.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +<a name="he" id="he"></a> +<img src="images/illus-013s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="639" alt="HE HELD OUT SOME NUTS TO THEM" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">HE HELD OUT SOME NUTS TO THEM</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-013x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">Hazel was not a bit hungry, so she put <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>the nut in the pocket of one of +her cheeks, which made her look as if she had the mumps. Then she ran up +the workman’s arm and perched on his shoulder, where her soft, bushy +tail brushed against his ears and tickled him in the neck.</p> + +<p class="i">Poor little Hazel Squirrel. Little did she think the wonderful tree they +were looking for was only a dream-tree. But how was she to know that all +kinds of nuts never did, nor ever can grow side by side on the same +branch, save only in the wonderland we enter through the gates of sleep.</p> + +<p class="i">“I don’t see your wonderful tree anywhere, Bushy-Tail,” she said.</p> + +<p class="i">“I think it’s down this way a little,” he answered. And once more they +scampered off together, chattering and waving their lovely tails.</p> + +<p><a href="#contents">Back to contents</a></p> + +<hr /> + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><a name="hazel" id="hazel"></a>HAZEL AND BUSHY-TAIL VISIT<br />STRANGE LANDS</h2> + + +<p class="cap">OF all nice things to do one of the very nicest is to go traveling; to +see what kind of things grow in faraway places and how other folks plan +their cities. My, what fun Hazel Squirrel and Bushy-Tail had! All day +long they explored new trees and ran along strange fences and peered +into yards where children they had never seen before were playing.</p> + +<p class="i">Once they ran into a garden where some little girls were having a +tea-party. The children called to the squirrels and held out sweet, +sticky things for them to eat. They were scampering back along the wall +when a thoughtless little boy, who had not been invited to the party, +threw a tiny stone at Bushy-Tail. It hit right in the center of his +tail.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>Bushy-Tail gave a startled little cry and jumped down off the wall, +Hazel following close behind. The little girls jumped up and ran, too. +They wanted to do something to help if they could. But the squirrels ran +up the opposite side of a maple and were soon out of sight. Bushy-Tail +was not waving his tail so proudly now. It was hurting terribly. Hazel +took her blue-bordered handkerchief out and wrapped it around the hurt +place as best she could.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, Bushy-Tail,” she sobbed, “how I wish my mother were here. She would +know just what to do for you,” and great tears began to roll down her +cheeks.</p> + +<p class="i">It made Bushy-Tail feel so badly to see his little playmate unhappy that +for the minute he forgot all about his sore tail. He put his arms around +her soft neck and wiped the tears away with his little red-bordered +handkerchief.</p> + +<p class="i">“Perhaps we had better go home<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>,” he whispered in her ear. You see, he +had forgotten about his dream-tree now. So they scrambled down the tree +trunk again and then it suddenly dawned on them that they had no idea +where they were or in which direction the park lay.</p> + +<p class="i">They asked a sparrow, but she did not deign to answer them. They asked a +robin, but she was hurrying home with a worm in her mouth and could only +mumble something which sounded like “yeast.” They asked a pussy-cat and +she said if they would come home with her first she would look it up in +a book she had there. But Hazel did not want to go. “For,” she whispered +to Bushy-Tail, “she has eyes like a witch.”</p> + +<p class="i">So they ran on a little farther until they came to a hat lying upside +down on the ground. It was warm and soft inside and Hazel thought it +would be a good place for a little rest. She was beginning to feel very +tired. Bushy-Tail had lost the hand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>kerchief off his tail, too, and it +was hurting again. So the two little squirrels rolled themselves up into +two dear, little balls and Hazel spread her lovely tail over them to +keep the wind off, and before you could say “Jack Robinson” they were +both sound asleep.</p> + +<p class="i">When Mr. Smith came back after his hat you can imagine how surprised he +was to find it had a new fur lining. “How I wish Alice could see them,” +he thought. Then, very carefully, so as not to frighten them, he spread +his coat over them and started for home with a queer shaped bundle in +his arms.</p> + +<p class="i">“Guess what I have,” he cried as his little girl ran to the door to meet +him.</p> + +<p class="i">“Ice cream,” she screamed.</p> + +<p class="i">“Guess again!”</p> + +<p class="i">“Kittens.”</p> + +<p class="i">“You’re warmer,” he said, “but not right yet.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>Then, as he carefully lifted up his coat, “baby squirrel,” she cried, +and clapped her hands and jumped up and down for joy.</p> + +<p class="i">Of course the ride had awakened the squirrels. They were still more +frightened to be in this strange house with strange people standing +around looking at them. They huddled very close together inside the hat +and would not eat the nuts Alice brought them. Have you ever been so +scared you could not eat?</p> + +<p class="i">“Don’t you think they would be more comfortable in a regular bed?” Alice +asked her father and he agreed heartily.</p> + +<p class="i">So she ran and got her doll’s cradle and tucked them in carefully +between the white sheets and rocked them just a little, so they would +think they were in the branches of a tree and feel more at home. Alice’s +mother had to remind her several times it was her bed-time, too, she did +so hate to leave her dear little play-fellows.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>By and by Mother Moon looked in at the window. Quick as a flash both +squirrels jumped out of the cradle and ran to ask her the shortest way +home. They found the window just a little open. You can imagine they did +not stop to say good-bye to Alice or think to thank her for the supper +they had not eaten.</p> + +<p class="i">Outside everything looked very strange and unreal. They had never been +out alone at night before. Do you know why everything looks so different +at night, even though it is most as light as day? It is because the +shadows the moon makes are blacker and each one seems to hide something +alive.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +<a name="she" id="she"></a> +<img src="images/illus-021s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="613" alt="SHE ROCKED THEM IN HER DOLL’S CRADLE" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">SHE ROCKED THEM IN HER DOLL’S CRADLE</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-021x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">Hazel and Bushy-Tail ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. +They were too scared to even ask Mrs. Moon the shortest way home. +Presently it began to rain and Mrs. Moon went inside to get out of the +wet. Two little streams of tears began to roll down Hazel’s cheeks. If +you <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>have never been home-sick, you have no way of knowing how unhappy +these poor, little, lost squirrels were. It is a much worse pain than +cutting one’s finger. Something hurt Bushy-Tail inside so much he wanted +to cry, too. But he had to be brave and try and comfort little Hazel. +Besides, they had only one handkerchief now. You remember Hazel had tied +hers around his sore tail and he had lost it.</p> + +<p class="i">Presently they came to the edge of a woods. But Hazel would not venture +in. She was afraid some robin would think they were the “babes in the +woods” and cover them with leaves. “Such queer things are happening to +us now,” she said.</p> + +<p class="i">Mr. Bat was passing by and he saw them huddled together between the +rails of a fence. Thinking they were the lost children of his neighbor, +Mrs. Squirrel, he hurried off to tell her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +<a name="mr" id="mr"></a> +<img src="images/illus-023s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="611" alt="MR. BAT SAW THEM HUDDLED TOGETHER" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">MR. BAT SAW THEM HUDDLED TOGETHER</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-023x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">Now, only the week before two of this poor lady’s little ones had got +caught in a <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>trap. She had scolded, coaxed and begged the farmer’s boys +not to carry them off, but they had paid no attention to her. And when +Mr. Bat told her what he had seen she jumped right out of bed and ran +down the tree without stopping to take an umbrella or put on her rubbers +even.</p> + +<p class="i">Of course she was disappointed when she saw only Hazel and Bushy-Tail!</p> + +<p class="i">“They are city squirrels,” she told Mr. Bat. “We have only red ones here +in the woods. I can’t imagine how these little squirrels got so far from +home alone.”</p> + +<p class="i">“How worried their mothers must be,” she thought to herself and that +settled it. She took them by the shoulders and shook them very gently +and when they opened their eyes and saw the fire-fly and Mr. Bat and +Mrs. Red Squirrel, for just a moment they thought they were dreaming.</p> + +<p class="i">But when Mrs. Red Squirrel questioned them, all she could make out +between their <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>sobs was that they were lost and wanted to go home.</p> + +<p class="i">“You poor, dear little things,” she said, hugging them in her soft arms, +“come home with me to-night and we will help you find your mothers in +the morning.”</p> + +<p class="i">I can tell you it seemed good to the little runaways to be among kind +friends again, and when Mrs. Squirrel saw four little squirrels all +curled up together in her house, she was most as happy as if they had +been four red ones, instead of two red and two gray.</p> + +<p><a href="#contents">Back to contents</a></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span><a name="mrs" id="mrs"></a>MRS. SCREECH OWL</h2> + + +<p class="cap">IT was so much darker in the woods than in the park the little city +squirrels could hardly believe it was time to get up when Mother Red +Squirrel called them. But after they had washed the sleepiness out of +their eyes they could see little pink patches of sky through the leaves +and they knew the clock was not fast after all.</p> + +<p class="i">It took them much longer to dress than usual, because they had not +stopped to brush their tails out the night before. Hazel’s was +dreadfully matted down and Bushie’s was full of burs. How it did hurt +when Hazel, as carefully as could be, helped him pick them out. But he +bravely choked back the tears and blew his nose very hard. He did not +want his new friends to think him a baby, of course.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +<a name="mother" id="mother"></a> +<img src="images/illus-027s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="621" alt="MOTHER SQUIRREL ENTERTAINS HER VISITORS" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">MOTHER SQUIRREL ENTERTAINS HER VISITORS</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-027x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">Even their breakfast was different. They <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>had country beetles; nice, +white mushrooms, and crisp, fresh apple seeds. And after they had eaten +and eaten, Mrs. Red Squirrel asked her little guests many +questions—what their names were, where they lived, and how ever did +they get so far from home?</p> + +<p class="i">How the two little squirrels’ eyes popped out as Bushy-Tail told them of +their home in the park, built for them out of boards and nails. He told +how the caretaker came around every morning with a cup on a long pole +and left a fresh supply of peanuts on their back porch, and he told of +the wonderful dream he had had about a tree where all kinds of nuts grew +side by side on the same branch. “I was so tired of peanuts,” he added, +“I set out to find the tree—but somehow—got—lost,” and then his voice +became so shaky he couldn’t tell any more.</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Red Squirrel helped him to another fat beetle and said as soon as +she had her work done she would see what she <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>could do about it. “So +many of the wood folks are moving south for the winter,” she said. “I am +sure I can find someone who will be going your way.”</p> + +<p class="i">Now, Mrs. Screech Owl had seen Mrs. Red Squirrel hurry through the rain +the night before with neither umbrella nor rubbers. So she said to +herself, “This looks very queer. I will wait opposite the squirrel +house, for I must know all.”</p> + +<p class="i">And presently the entire woods was awakened by Mrs. Screech Owl’s shrill +voice calling, “Extra, extra! Mrs. Red Squirrel has city cousins +visiting her.” Of course this was not true. But “extras” seldom are +accurate.</p> + +<p class="i">Anyway, Mrs. Red Squirrel thought she never would get her work done. You +would not believe me if I should tell you how many times the door bell +rang. First her neighbor on one side dropped in to borrow a pattern. +Then a neighbor on the other side came over to return a book. Then +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>friends from all over the woods just happened by, and always after a +second or two they would say, “I hear you have company from the city.”</p> + +<p class="i">And then Mother Red Squirrel would have to stop work and tell all about +it. But the worst of it was nobody knew the way back to the park.</p> + +<p class="i">Pretty soon Mother Red Squirrel had an idea. “Mr. Bat is a great +traveler,” she said, “even if he does go to places only at night, I’ll +ask him.” Now, nobody likes to be waked out of a sound sleep to be asked +questions. Mr. Bat blinked his eyes very hard, though by that time the +sun was too bright for him to see a thing, and at first he said he +didn’t know the way either. Then Mrs. Red Squirrel flattered him a +little and told how she had asked everybody the way to the park and +nobody knew. “I felt sure you’d know,” she added, at which Mr. Bat +remembered he did and promised to take the little runa<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>ways home, just +as soon as it should be dark enough!</p> + +<p class="i">When Bushy-Tail and Hazel learned that they were going home that night, +they jumped up and down for joy. I forgot to tell you Mrs. Red +Squirrel’s two children were called Pinky and Rusty. They were such +lively, frolicsome children that you just couldn’t help but laugh to see +them, and pretty soon Bushy-Tail and Hazel had forgotten all about how +their parents must be worrying.</p> + +<p class="i">“How would it be if we all went on a picnic today?” asked Mother Red +Squirrel. “I know where there are hazel nuts.” I need not tell you what +they answered. So she gave them each a little basket and took two +herself and whisk—they were springing through the air, leaping from the +ends of teetering branches or spinning along the tops of fences in a +jiffy.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +<a name="go" id="go"></a> +<img src="images/illus-032s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="THE SQUIRRELS GO ON A PICNIC" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">THE SQUIRRELS GO ON A PICNIC</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-032x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">By and by they came to a lot of bushes and Mrs. Red Squirrel put down +her basket <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>“Let’s not stop here,” cried Bushy-Tail. “See, the burs +don’t open a bit, they are much too green to eat.”</p> + +<p class="i">But Mrs. Red Squirrel said, “If we wait for the wind to rattle them out +for us, chipmunks and children from over the hill will not leave us one. +If we even wait until the burs open, crows and jays will carry them +off.”</p> + +<p class="i">Then she showed them how to cut off the little clusters of burs and soon +they had their baskets full. What fun that picnic was. There were so +many new things to see in that woods. Bushy-Tail kept crying, “Oh, look +here, Hazel,” and she was kept busy calling, “Come quick, Bushy-Tail.”</p> + +<p class="i">Bushy-Tail had one eye open for the wonderful tree where all kinds of +nuts grew side by side on the same branch. He could remember just how it +looked in his dream, so he felt sure he would know it the minute he +espied it. “If there isn’t one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> in this wonderful woods,” he was +beginning to think, “I don’t believe there is one anywhere.”</p> + +<p class="i">All of a sudden Hazel and Bushy-Tail heard their little play-fellows +give a scared little cry. They looked around quickly, but could see +nothing to be frightened at—only a man carrying a heavy black stick +against his shoulder. He kept stealing up nearer, and Hazel and +Bushy-Tail kept very still watching him.</p> + +<p class="i">“I think he has some peanuts for us,” said Hazel Squirrel.</p> + +<p class="i">“What do we want of peanuts now, come on,” said Bushy-Tail, and they ran +around the trunk of the tree. Just then a terrifying “whiz” went past +their ears followed by a deafening “bang.” They were so frightened they +ran and ran, and did not stop until they were all out of breath.</p> + +<p class="i">It was the only time they ever had even seen a man with a gun. After +that they never took nuts from men carrying sticks.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>That afternoon Mrs. Red Squirrel made Hazel and Bushy-Tail take a +little nap. “You know you will be up late to-night,” she said. Mr. Bat +had not forgotten his promise and just as soon as it began to get dark +he was knocking at the door. He said there would be a moon, so they need +not bother a fire-fly to go too.</p> + +<p class="i">Mrs. Red Squirrel and her two children went as far as the edge of the +woods with them. “Now you know the way you must come often,” they called +after Bushy-Tail and Hazel. “Don’t forget to come and see us, too, and +thank you for the nice time,” they called back. You see, they had been +well trained and did not forget their manners.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box2"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +<a name="on" id="on"></a> +<img src="images/illus-036s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="600" height="379" alt="FEASTING ON HAZEL NUTS" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">FEASTING ON HAZEL NUTS</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-036x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">“I think I should like to live in the park,” said Rusty to his mother. +“Bushy says there are no traps there or bad men with guns.” Mrs. Red +Squirrel was thinking she would like to have her groceries delivered, +too, so she answered, “I th<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>ink I shall speak to your father about it +to-night.”</p> + +<p class="i">When Bushy-Tail and little Hazel Squirrel finally reached the edge of +the park it was very late and they were very tired indeed. But when they +got within sight of their homes and saw the lights in the windows they +began to run again anyway.</p> + +<p class="i">Do you think their mothers were glad to see them once more? Well, was +your mother glad to see you that day she thought you were lost, when you +really were not? And if you still want to know if Bushy-Tail ever found +the wonderful tree where all kinds of nuts grew side by side on the same +branch, all I can tell you is that they never found it in the park and +that they never ran away again.</p> + + +<p><a href="#contents">Back to contents</a></p> + + +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +<a name="watch" id="watch"></a> +<img src="images/illus-040s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="622" alt="THE RACCOON WATCHES THE BOYS" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">THE RACCOON WATCHES THE BOYS</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-040x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span><a name="the" id="the"></a>THE RACCOON AND THE BEES</h2> + + +<p class="cap">A RACOON was dozing, perched up in a big tree one fine, bright summer +day. He lay on a broad limb high up in the tree. There was a fresh +breeze stirring, and he swayed to and fro with the branches.</p> + +<p class="i">He had been rocking on this lofty perch for some time, with his eyes +half closed, when he was roused by the shouting of some small, +bare-footed boys who were playing in a hayfield close by. Coonie, as he +was called for short, after yawning and stretching for some minutes, +finally shifted his position so as to see the boys. He had watched them +often from the top of a tree, and he always enjoyed the fun, because +they did such queer things.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>It was some minutes before he could find out what they were doing, but +at last he discovered that they had found a bumble-bees’ nest. They had +long paddles in their hands and were running around, yelling, and waving +the paddles frantically. Occasionally one of the boys screamed, and then +several of the others would run toward him, all beating the air with +their paddles.</p> + +<p class="i">Coonie watched very closely and saw one boy run up to the hive, give it +a quick poke, and then scamper away. With every poke at the hive, a +number of bees would fly out of the opening and sail away on the air.</p> + +<p class="i">Finally a small boy approached the hive and gave it a hard poke. +Instantly about a dozen bees swarmed out, and the boy started to run. He +had gone but half a dozen feet, however, when he tripped and fell, and +by the way he rolled and kicked, <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>it was plain to be seen that the bees +were getting the better of him.</p> + +<p class="i">It was great fun watching them, and Coonie decided that he would get a +nearer view, so he crawled down the tree in a hurry and ran to the big +oak at the edge of the field. From there he could get a full view of the +battle. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the fun he was having +all by himself.</p> + +<p class="i">The battle between the boys and the bees was raging furiously by this +time. The boys charged time after time, and with each attack became +bolder and bolder, until finally Coonie saw that they were winning. The +plucky little bees fought bravely to defend their home, but the boys +were too strong for them, and one by one they fell and were crushed or +beaten to pieces with the paddles.</p> + +<p class="i">After two or three pokes at the hive to make sure that none of the bees +remained, <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>a great shout went up from the boys who surrounded the +deserted nest.</p> + +<p class="i">Children, have you ever seen a wild bees’ nest—a real bumble-bees’ +home?</p> + +<p class="i">They are nearly always built on the ground, and are made of little +pieces of grass piled and woven together into a little mound. At the +very top there is a small hole which is used as the doorway through +which the bees enter. The wall is not very thick, but is put together +tightly so the wind will not blow it away, and it is hollow.</p> + +<p class="i">It is in this mound that the bees store their honey for the winter. +During the warm summer days they work hard, carrying tiny drops of honey +which they gather from the flowers and storing it so they will have +something to eat during the cold weather.</p> + +<p class="i">When the cold winds come, in the fall and winter, and the flowers are +dead, the little workers stop their labor and gather <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>together in the +home they have been preparing all summer. When the snow comes, the +little grass storehouse is buried snug and warm underneath the white +blanket.</p> + +<p class="i">It was just such a nest as this that Coonie watched the boys robbing of +its treasure. Poor little bees! All their hard work had been in vain, +and they had even lost their little lives in the brave effort to protect +their winter’s food supply.</p> + +<p class="i">But even from his hiding place Coonie could see that the boys had not +won the battle without some losses. Big lumps were beginning to swell up +on their faces and arms, and the little boy who had tripped and fallen +could hardly see because his eyes were nearly swollen shut.</p> + +<p class="i">The boys tore away the mound and took out the honey, layer by layer, and +squeezed out the golden syrup. Just as they were licking the last drops +from their sticky fingers, Coonie saw a man walking <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>towards them. When +he was near enough, he began talking to them in an angry way.</p> + +<p class="i">“Why, Mr. Jones,” Coonie heard one boy say, “you don’t use bumble-bees’ +honey, do you?”</p> + +<p class="i">“No, boys, I don’t use the honey myself, but I don’t want you to kill +the bees or rob their nests so they will have to starve. Bees do a great +deal of good on the farm.”</p> + +<p class="i">“What good are bumble-bees?” one of the boys asked.</p> + +<p class="i">“Why, they do a lot of good. They distribute the pollen from the heads +of the clover, and that makes the seed mature and develop.”</p> + +<p class="i">This was news to Coonie, for he never knew before that bumble-bees were +of any use, but then he had never had much to do with them. One day when +he was playing he had caught a bee in his little paws and had received a +sting, and he never forgot how sore his paws were and how they <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>swelled +so that he was unable to climb for several days. Since that time he had +always made it a practice to move away when a bee came too close.</p> + +<p class="i">After the boys were gone and Farmer Jones had gone back to his house, +Coonie decided that he would go over to the field and see what the +inside of the bees’ nest looked like.</p> + +<p class="i">As he approached the field where the battle had taken place, much to his +surprise, he saw his friend Woodchuck snooping around among the ruins. +When Coonie reached him, he sat up on his hind feet and began licking +his paws.</p> + +<p class="i">“Hello, Chuck,” Coonie said. “What are you doing? Why, your face is a +sight. My, such a dirty face. Why, Chuck, I am surprised,” and he +noticed the greedy look in Chuck’s eyes.</p> + +<p class="i">“Yum! yum!” was the only reply he received and Chuck began picking +around in the grass.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +<a name="yum" id="yum"></a> +<img src="images/illus-048s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="“YUM, YUM, BUT IT IS FINE”" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">“YUM, YUM, BUT IT IS FINE”</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-048x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>“I say, Chuck,” Coonie said again, “what are you doing?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Doing?” echoed Chuck. “Why, this is the best food I have had for a long +time, Coonie. My face may be a little sticky, but it can be washed, so I +don’t care. Such a treat as I have had! I am sorry you missed it all. I +saw some boys capering and scampering around here this afternoon, and as +soon as they left I came over to see what it was all about, and this is +what I found,” and Chuck held up a small yellow pod. “Just taste one, +Coonie, it is sweeter than any berry I ever tasted. Yum, yum, but it is +fine.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Hum!” sniffed Coonie. “It may suit your taste, but honey is much too +sticky for me.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Well, I’m glad you don’t want any,” Chuck replied. “You always were +rather particular, but I am only Chuck anyhow, and as some people call +me a hog—a <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>ground-hog, you know—I might as well live up to my name.”</p> + +<p class="i">“But, Chuck, just go down to the brook and look at your face.”</p> + +<p class="i">Chuck, seeing that his supply of sweets was exhausted, did as Coonie +suggested and waddled toward the brook, Coonie accompanying him.</p> + +<p class="i">As Chuck was washing his face and paws, Coonie remarked that he knew +where there was plenty of the kind of honey Chuck had been feasting on. +“Only,” he added, “it is much cleaner than what you have been eating.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, Coonie, tell me where it is, won’t you, please?” cried Chuck, +stopping his toilet and catching up Coonie’s paw. “I just dearly love +it, and I’ll be your lifelong friend if you will tell me where it is so +I can get some more.”</p> + +<p class="i">Now Coonie felt very mischievous, and he thought of a plan that would +give him some fun.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +<a name="oh" id="oh"></a> +<img src="images/illus-051s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="“OH, COONIE TELL ME WHERE IT IS”" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">“OH, COONIE TELL ME WHERE IT IS”</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-051x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>“Why, Chuck,” he replied, “you would not expect me to tell you where +all this honey is, would you? You would go eat it all up in one night. +You are such a ‘hoggie’ you know.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, be a good friend, Coonie, and tell me. If you only knew how badly I +want some more.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Well, I’ll tell you,” Coonie said, “but there may be some danger in +getting it.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I’ll never stop for the danger,” Chuck boasted.</p> + +<p class="i">“You remember Farmer Jones, don’t you?”</p> + +<p class="i">“I should say I do. I’ll never forget the whole family. Do you remember +the time we were caught stealing the corn in his crib last fall? And, +oh, that fierce dog! Indeed, I never will forget him. If it is Farmer +Jones’ honey, it is perfectly safe, for it makes me shiver to even think +of that dog, Jack.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>“Oh, I knew that you would be afraid,” taunted Coonie. “Tomorrow is +Saturday, and the Jones always go to town on Saturday. I have been +planning to go over and give myself a little treat.”</p> + +<p class="i">“But, Coonie, how about the dog?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, he goes to town with them. I have watched them from the tree where +I live, and they never miss going on Saturday afternoons, and taking the +dog with them.”</p> + +<p class="i">“But how do you know where the honey is, Coonie?”</p> + +<p class="i">“How? Why, I have often sampled it.”</p> + +<p class="i">Now Coonie told a falsehood when he said he had eaten some of the honey, +but he was anxious to have some fun, and so he resorted to a falsehood +in order to carry out his plans. This plan never pays, as you will see +later.</p> + +<p class="i">“Have you really sampled it, Coonie?” Chuck asked. “And is it good, and +is it very hard to get?”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>Chuck was all excitement, for he could not get rid of the memory of the +taste of the honey he had just been eating.</p> + +<p class="i">“‘Hard to get?’” repeated Coonie. “Why, Chuck, there are great piles of +it, and knowing the grounds as I do, it will be easy to get it. Now you +meet me tomorrow and I’ll take you over with me. Meet me by the big oak +tree in the corner of the woods, just after noon tomorrow. I must leave +you now, because I am going fishing to-night with some of the other +coons that live near me. Good-bye until tomorrow,” and Coonie went away +with a chuckle.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +<a name="chuck" id="chuck"></a> +<img src="images/illus-055s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="CHUCK ARRIVED AT THE BIG OAK TREE" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">CHUCK ARRIVED AT THE BIG OAK TREE</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-055x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">The next afternoon, Chuck arrived at the big oak tree in the corner of +the woods. But there was no Coonie waiting for him. He walked around the +tree several times to make sure and then mounted a nearby stump. The +woods were very quiet save for the droning of insects, and the sun that +shone between the leaves beat down <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>very hot. Before Chuck knew it he +had fallen asleep at his post.</p> + +<p class="i">When Coonie came trotting up and saw Chuck perched there fast asleep he +said to himself: “What a fine chance to play a trick.” So he picked a +long blade of grass with a feathery end and crept up from behind so +carefully that not a twig cracked. When he was within arm’s reach he +tickled poor Chuck way up his nose.</p> + +<p class="i">Chuck waked with a start and bounded right into the air, landing at some +distance off. He had no idea that someone had played a trick on him.</p> + +<p class="i">“What ails you, Chuck?” Coonie cried, running up, with a friendly, +anxious expression on his face, for Chuck was almost sneezing his head +off.</p> + +<p class="i">“Guess—a—nasty old—fly—crawled up—my—nose,” Chuck managed to get +out between sneezes.</p> + +<p class="i">“Too bad, old chap,” said Coonie, giving him a friendly pat on the +shoulder. “ Come <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>along with me and we’ll get some honey, and that will +make you feel better.” Still sneezing, Chuck trotted off with Coonie +across the fields.</p> + +<p class="i">When they reached Farmer Jones’ barnyard everything seemed very quiet +and sleepy around there.</p> + +<p class="i">“Is that where the honey is kept?” whispered Chuck, as Coonie took a +peep in at the barn-door.</p> + +<p class="i">“No,” answered Coonie, “I just wanted to see if the double-buggy was +there. It is not, and now I feel perfectly sure they have all gone to +town and taken the dog with them.”</p> + +<p class="i">Then they felt quite safe. Very boldly they walked around to the gate in +the yard where Coonie said the honey was. “Hurrah,” he cried, “someone +has left the gate open for us. They must have been expecting us!”</p> + +<p class="i">“I have never been in here before,” <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>said Chuck. “What are all those +square white boxes along the fence?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Those are called bee-hives,” Coonie answered, a little proudly, to +think he knew so much. “The honey is kept inside.”</p> + +<p class="i">“But how do we get at it?” asked Chuck. “Those little holes in front +look hardly big enough for me to get my paw through, much less my head +and shoulders.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh,” laughed Coonie, “how stupid you are! You just go up and knock very +loudly at the door and when a bee comes out, you ask if he hasn’t +something to eat for a poor fellow, who has come a long way and is very +hungry and tired. But should he pay no attention to you, hit him with +your paw. This will frighten the others so they will bring out all the +honey you wish and leave it there on the ledge for you. Come on, I’m +hungry, aren’t you, Chuck?”</p> + +<div class="figcenter box1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +<a name="up" id="up"></a> +<img src="images/illus-059s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="HE GRABBED UP A BIG STICK" title="" /> +<br /><span class="caption">HE GRABBED UP A BIG STICK</span> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-059x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">“Am I?” said Chuck. “Well, I should say so.” He was licking his jaws in +memory <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>of the little feast he had had the day before.</p> + +<p class="i">Coonie looked at Chuck out of the corners of his mischievous eyes, but +Chuck never guessed he was laughing at him when he added, “I’ll take a +hive at this end, you can have one at that. Let’s hurry.”</p> + +<p class="i">Chuck was in a hurry indeed. Already he felt sure he could smell the +honey, so he left Coonie and ran toward the hive at the end of the row +in high spirits. But before he knocked on it he stopped and looked back. +He wanted to see how Coonie was getting along.</p> + +<p class="i">Now, Coonie did not really want any honey. All he wanted to do was to +play a joke on his friend, but it very often happens that the practical +joker gets the worst of it in the end. And as Coonie stepped up to the +hive and pretended to knock, he put his paw right down on top of the +Queen Bee, whom he did not see sunning herself on the ledge.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>The Queen Bee has no sting, you know, and cannot defend herself. She is +by no means helpless, however. She has, in fact, an entire army ready to +fight for her at a moment’s call.</p> + +<p class="i">When the other bees heard their Queen’s cry for help they all rushed out +of their hives and began at once attacking Coonie. They buzzed angrily +around him and burrowed into his fur until he rolled over and over on +the ground, doubled up with the pain.</p> + +<p class="i">This was what Chuck saw when he turned around to find out how Coonie was +getting along! He grabbed up a big stick, but he soon saw there was +nothing he could do to help.</p> + +<p class="i">He also saw that the bees in their mad attack had left their fort +unguarded. So he stuck his paw inside the door and broke off a good +sized piece of comb full of nice, yellow honey. Then he started for the +woods again as fast as he could.</p> + +<div class="figcenter box3"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +<img src="images/illus-062s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="512" height="400" alt="" title="" /> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/illus-062x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="i">Coonie did not see Chuck as he shot past him a few minutes later, trying +to shake off the bees that still clung to him, as he ran. And a few days +later, when they met down by the brook, Coonie pretended not to see him.</p> + +<p class="i">“Howdy, Coonie,” Chuck called out in his cheery way. “Where are you +going so fast? Well, I never,” he added, noticing Coonie’s bumps and +bandages. “Have you been in a fight?”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>“Just a little fuss with Farmer Jones’ dog. He’s twice my size and a +regular bully,” Coonie answered, as he brushed by Chuck in such a hurry +that he did not hear the latter call after him.</p> + +<p class="i">“Say, old friend, meet me by the big oak tree in the corner of the woods +tomorrow and we’ll go after some more of that good honey!”</p> + +<p class="i">It was Chuck’s turn to laugh now, for “he laughs best who laughs last,” +you know.</p> + +<p><a href="#contents">Back to contents</a></p> + + + + + +<hr /> + + +<h2 class="a nom"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span><a name="pinkie" id="pinkie"></a>PINKIE WHISKERS</h2> + +<h2 class="top">CHAPTER I</h2> + + +<p class="cap">LITTLE Pinkie Whiskers was born in a big city and lived with his Father +Gray, Mother Gray and two little sisters, Twinkle and Winkle, in a tin +box, which was hidden under a big garbage can.</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray had hunted and found nice scraps of cotton and bits of +straw. With these she made a soft, warm nest and here they all lived as +cozy and happy as could be.</p> + +<p class="i">One day a poor, old man came down the alley and looked in all the +garbage cans to see what he could find that he might sell, for that is +the way he got his money to buy his food and shelter.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>When he came to the garbage can over our family of rats, he did not see +their little home and pushed their box right over.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers, Twinkle and Winkle were all alone. They fell out onto +the brick pavement and began to cry. Oh, my, how they cried!</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray and Father Gray were out getting a nice supper for them all. +Mother Gray heard her babies cry and came running home as fast as she +could.</p> + +<p class="i">When she saw what had happened, she was very distressed. She quieted her +babies and nestled down with them in the fence corner.</p> + +<p class="i">Father Gray said, “Never mind, my dears, I will find you a nice, new +home,” and away he went.</p> + +<p class="i">Bye and bye he returned and told them with joy that he had found a +splendid place for them to live. It was just inside the door of a big +apartment building.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>Father Gray and Mother Gray gathered together all the pieces of their +nest and carried them in their mouths. Then, keeping very close to the +fence, they started for their new home.</p> + +<p class="i">This new home was a nice square place under the floor and far enough +back so that a cat or a dog could not reach them. Soon they were settled +and Pinkie Whiskers, Twinkle and Winkle were fast asleep.</p> + +<p class="i">In the morning, just as Mrs. Gray was washing her children’s faces, they +heard a bell ring right in front of their door.</p> + +<p class="i">To their great alarm their home began to tremble and then move. Yes, +really move. Up and up it went, faster and faster.</p> + +<p class="i">Oh, how frightened they were! All at once their home stopped. They heard +people talking and then down, down they went. My, what a queer feeling +it gave them!</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>They heard a voice say, “Your elevator is running fine today, Tom.”</p> + +<p class="i">“An elevator!” cried Mother Gray—“Our home is in an elevator. We must +move at once for we cannot be always going up and down.”</p> + +<p class="i">Father Gray just laughed and laughed, then said: “Well, well, I have +heard of elevators, but I never expected to have a ride in one and now +we have a home in one. That is a good joke, ha! ha!”</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray said, “You may laugh all you wish, but I am tired of city +life, you are never sure of a safe home. We will go to the country to +live.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, oh,” cried Pinkie Whiskers, “let us go and live with Uncle Whiskers +in the cheese factory.”</p> + +<p class="i">“A very good idea,” said Father Gray, and straightway they started for +the country.</p> + +<p class="i">When they arrived at the cheese fac<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>tory, they found it dark and +deserted, but Father Gray discovered a hole and soon they had all +crawled in through this hole. Mother Gray selected a great, big round +cheese to live in. Father Gray made an entrance into it and very soon +the tired rats were in bed in the cheese.</p> + +<p class="i">The next day Pinkie Whiskers, Winkle and Twinkle went out in the meadow +to explore and they found a net, which some boy had lost.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers said, “You just watch me catch that butterfly in this +net!”</p> + +<p class="i">He swiftly ran after the butterfly, but when the butterfly saw Pinkie +Whiskers coming, he thought how nice it would be to have a ride on +Pinkie Whiskers’ back, so he flew after him.</p> + +<p class="i">Now, Pinkie Whiskers did not know much about butterflies and he thought +this butterfly was chasing him.</p> + +<p class="i">So Pinkie Whiskers started to run for home.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>“Don’t let him catch me,” begged Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">Winkle and Twinkle took out their little handkerchiefs and waved them +fast and hard. The butterfly was so amazed at the sight, that he forgot +about Pinkie Whiskers and flew away.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>CHAPTER II</h2> + + +<p class="cap">PINKIE WHISKERS ran to Winkle and Twinkle. He was so frightened that he +hid behind them. Twinkle laughed and said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Do not hide, for the butterfly has gone and anyway it was as afraid of +us as you were of it. Butterflies are perfectly harmless. They do not +sting or bite. They are as gentle and timid as they are beautiful.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers looked in every direction, but he could not see the +butterfly, so he shook himself and ran about once more. He was glad to +know that butterflies were harmless, for he might meet one again.</p> + +<p class="i">“Look, look! what is that?” cried Winkle as he pointed to a fat, brown, +furry animal which was coming slowly toward them.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>“I do not know,” replied Twinkle. “Don’t you think that we had better +go now?”</p> + +<p class="i">“No, indeed,” said Pinkie Whiskers, who had suddenly become very brave. +“I want to wait and see what kind of an animal he is.”</p> + +<p class="i">When the fat, brown, furry animal was near enough to hear, Pinkie +Whiskers called out:</p> + +<p class="i">“Hello! who are you?”</p> + +<p class="i">“I am Sammy Woodchuck. I live here in the meadow. You look like +strangers. Where do you live?” he inquired.</p> + +<p class="i">“Our names are Twinkle Gray, Winkle Gray and Pinkie Whiskers Gray,” +replied Pinkie Whiskers. “We live in the cheese factory.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Why, that is strange, that is strange,” said Sammy Woodchuck. “You must +be relatives of Uncle Whiskers. I have heard him speak of you. Welcome +to the country.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>“Thank you very much for your welcome,” replied Pinkie Whiskers, for +Mother Gray had taught her children to be very polite.</p> + +<p class="i">“Why do you call our Uncle Whiskers, your Uncle Whiskers,” inquired +Twinkle. “Is he related to you also?”</p> + +<p class="i">Sammy Woodchuck threw back his fat head and laughed until his eyes were +full of tears. “No, no!” he cried. “He is not related to me. How could a +rat and a woodchuck be related? Everyone calls him Uncle Whiskers +because we all love him. He is so kind and good to us all. You see I +have known him all my life and ‘Uncle’ is my pet name for him. You ask +any of the animals about here and they will tell you the same thing.”</p> + +<p class="i">“That is very nice,” said Pinkie Whiskers. “When I get old, I hope +everyone will love me enough to call me ‘Uncle.’ I shall try and be good +and kind like Uncle Whiskers.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>“Won’t you come home with me?” urged Sammy Woodchuck. “It is just a +nice walk from here.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Yes, we would love to go home with you,” cried the three little +brothers all at once. As they walked along they came to a beautiful tree +and at the foot of this tree lay a shiny new axe.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers ran and picked it up. He had never seen anything like +it, so he turned it over and over and inquired:</p> + +<p class="i">“What is this wonderful thing and what is it for?”</p> + +<p class="i">“It is an axe,” replied Sammy Woodchuck. “It is very sharp and Farmer +Gale uses it to cut down trees. You see he has already started to chop +this tree down. He must have been called away and I am sure that he +intends to return soon or he would not have left his axe here.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I will help him chop down this tree,” said Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">He took off his little red coat and hung <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>it on a stick, which Farmer +Gale had stuck in the ground. Then he put his brown cap on top of his +little red coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves and began his work.</p> + +<p class="i">He swung the axe high above his head and brought it down against the +tree with a great bang! He looked and to his disappointment saw that he +had not cut even a tiny chip.</p> + +<p class="i">“I will try again,” he vowed. “What others have done, I can do.”</p> + +<p class="i">He chopped and chopped at the big tree until he was rewarded by bright, +yellow chips flying through the air.</p> + +<p class="i">Winkle, Twinkle and Sammy Woodchuck stood by and watched him with great +admiration. Sammy Woodchuck said:</p> + +<p class="i">“You are doing splendid work, Pinkie Whiskers. I will take some of these +chips home with me and put them across my front door. I always use the +back door. It is more safe.”</p> + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 3.5em;"> +<img src="images/quote.png" width="8" height="7" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p class="cap">WHY do you bother to have a front door if you only pile sticks in front +of it and never use it?” inquired Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Just to fool Farmer Gale’s dog and any other animal, which might try to +catch me. While they were digging at my front door, I could slip out my +back door and escape,” replied Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">“Has Farmer Gale’s dog ever tried to catch you?” asked Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, yes, indeed, many times,” answered Sammy Woodchuck. “One time I was +fast asleep when I heard a sniff, sniff at my front door. At first I +thought that it must be part of a dream.</p> + +<p class="i">“I rubbed my eyes, sat up and listened. In a moment I heard the sniff, +sniff again. This time it was very loud and near. Then <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>I heard +scratching and digging. I knew that dog, for I had seen him many times +and I knew that he never stopped until he got what he was after.</p> + +<p class="i">“I could hear him digging so fast that I knew it would not be long +before he would be right in my house. I began to move slowly and quietly +for the back door. I got out safely and was running across the meadow +when the dog saw me in the moonlight and gave chase.</p> + +<p class="i">“Of course I did not have a chance with him for I am so fat. He was +gaining every moment and I was so tired and out of breath that I thought +every step would be my last one, when a cat ran right between us.</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, the dog hated the cat worse than he did me, so he gave chase to +the cat. Away they both ran at a terrible speed. I knew that the cat +could run faster than the dog and would soon be safe and sound up a +tree, so I rested a moment and then <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>went over to Willie Woodchuck’s and +spent the rest of the night.”</p> + +<p class="i">“My, that was a dreadful experience,” said Pinkie Whiskers and he +shuddered.</p> + +<p class="i">“Did you ever live in that house again?” inquired Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, no, indeed,” replied Sammy Woodchuck. “That dog was sure to go back +and he would never rest until he had dug clear through my home. No, +indeed, I could not live there again. I stayed with Willie Woodchuck for +a long time until I felt safe to find another spot to build my home.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers did not chop while Sammy Woodchuck was telling his +story. He just leaned upon his axe and listened. Now he said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Never mind, Sammy Woodchuck, you need never be afraid in your home +again. I will chop down this tree and put it across your front door. No +one can dig into your house then.”</p> + +<p class="i">The tree was so big and Pinkie Whis<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>kers was so little that Sammy +Woodchuck had to smile to himself at the idea of his moving it. However, +he did not let Pinkie Whiskers see him smile, for he did not want to +hurt his feelings. He said:</p> + +<p class="i">“You are very kind, my dear friend, and I appreciate your wish to help +me, but my home is too far away for you to drag that big tree to it.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Poof! poof!” snorted Pinkie Whiskers. “I will show you what I can do.”</p> + +<p class="i">He chopped away so fast and swung the axe so high and rapidly that it +was just a shiny streak rushing through the air. Suddenly he missed his +aim and the axe came down on his toe instead of the tree.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, my toe!” he cried. “I’ve cut my toe.”</p> + +<p class="i">Poor Pinkie Whiskers! He danced about on one foot in circles, while he +held the other foot in his hand.</p> + +<p class="i">Sammy Woodchuck caught hold of him <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>and threw him to the ground. Twinkle +quickly slipped off the shoe which was badly cut and Winkle pulled off +his little white sock.</p> + +<p class="i">They all anxiously looked at the toe and to their relief found that it +was only cut a very little. In fact it looked as if it had just been +scratched.</p> + +<p class="i">“We must bind it up with something,” said Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">“Here is my handkerchief,” cried Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Here is mine and it is perfectly clean. Please use it,” urged Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“I will need both handkerchiefs,” said Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">So he took both handkerchiefs and wound them very neatly around Pinkie +Whiskers’ toe and foot.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers felt himself to be quite a hero. His toe did not hurt +him any more and he liked all of this sympathy and attention.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>CHAPTER IV</h2> + + +<p class="cap">PINKIE WHISKERS liked to be a hero so well that he limped about and +grunted when he stepped on his foot, even though it did not hurt him. It +was so nice to see how sorry everyone looked.</p> + +<p class="i">Suddenly he heard a voice above him say, “Too bad! too bad!”</p> + +<p class="i">“Why, hello!” cried Sammy Woodchuck. “Where did you come from, Billy +Jay?”</p> + +<p class="i">“I have been right here in this tree all the time you and your little +friends have been here,” laughed Billy Jay.</p> + +<p class="i">“Why didn’t you come down and visit with us before, instead of hiding up +amongst the leaves,” demanded Sammy Woodchuck rather crossly.</p> + +<p class="i">“Because I wanted to see if Pinki<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>e Whiskers could really chop down this +tree,” replied Billy Jay.</p> + +<p class="i">“Of course I can chop it down. You just watch me,” boasted Pinkie +Whiskers. “If I were you, I would leave the tree, for it won’t take me +long to chop it in two and you might take a tumble.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers forgot all about his toe and bandaged foot. He worked as +he had never worked before. He became very warm and thirsty. He called +to Twinkle:</p> + +<p class="i">“Won’t you please bring me some water. I am choking.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I would be glad to, if I knew where to find it,” replied Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“There is a creek just beyond those trees,” said Billy Jay. “You can +take his cap and fill it with water and bring it back to him. I will go +with you and show you the way.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I will go along also and help Twinkle carry the water back for Pinkie +Whiskers. <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>I am sure that cap would be very heavy if it were full of +water,” said Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Umph! umph!” grunted Sammy Woodchuck. “You have very kind and +thoughtful brothers.”</p> + +<p class="i">Just then they saw Uncle Whiskers coming across the meadow with a +pitch-fork in his hand.</p> + +<p class="i">“He must be after some hay to put in his nest,” said Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers gave a mighty blow at the tree with his axe and turned +to look at Uncle Whiskers. It was a fatal mistake, for that last blow +chopped the tree in two and it began to sway and totter.</p> + +<p class="i">“Run, Pinkie Whiskers, run!” screamed Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers dropped his axe and ran. Alas! he ran in the wrong +direction. As he looked back over his shoulder he saw that the tree was +falling right upon him.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>“I wish I had run away sooner,” thought Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers saw his danger and shouted, “Dodge to the side, dodge to +the side!”</p> + +<p class="i">But poor Pinkie Whiskers was so confused that he did not hear. He just +ran and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. All the time the tree +was falling and in an instant more it would have crashed down and +crushed Pinkie Whiskers, had it not been for Billy Jay.</p> + +<p class="i">When Billy Jay saw what was happening, he did not say a word, just flew +like a streak and grabbed Pinkie Whiskers by his long tail and jerked +him out of the way. No, not entirely out of the way, for it was too late +for that, but far enough out of the way so that the tree trunk missed +him and he was only caught in the branches and covered with green +leaves.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh! oh!” cried Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>“Oh! oh!” cried Winkle. “Our little brother will be killed. Oh! oh!”</p> + +<p class="i">They dropped the cap which was full of water and ran to the spot where +they had seen Pinkie Whiskers disappear.</p> + +<p class="i">Billy Jay came wriggling out and said, “Pinkie Whiskers is all right. +Just let him rest where he is for awhile. He is only tired out from +running and from fright.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Yes, Billy Jay is right. We will let him rest and catch his breath,” +said Uncle Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">It was very hard for Winkle and Twinkle to accept this advice, but they +had been taught to obey their elders, so they only looked at one another +and stayed where they were.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>CHAPTER V</h2> + + +<p class="cap">SUDDENLY they heard a sweet, gentle voice calling, “Oh, please come +here, oh, please come here.”</p> + +<p class="i">They all looked high and low, but they could see no one. Uncle Whiskers +cried, “Who are you and where are you? We hear you but we cannot see +you.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I am the Tree-Fairy and I am right here in the stump of this tree,” +came the reply.</p> + +<p class="i">They all rushed over to the tree and, sure enough, there was the most +beautiful creature they had ever seen. She was lying on her back and her +wings were caught in the bark of the stump.</p> + +<p class="i">“Won’t you please help me to free my wings,” she begged.</p> + +<p class="i">“You must tell us how we can <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>do it without tearing them,” said Sammy +Woodchuck. “I fear that I am far too clumsy to touch them anyway.”</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers looked at the lovely, delicate wings and said, “I can +gnaw the bark away from them.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Please let me help you,” begged Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“And please let me help also,” begged Twinkle. “My teeth are as sharp as +needles.”</p> + +<p class="i">“My bill is very sharp and while you gnaw, I will pick the bark away. I +promise to be very careful,” said Billy Jay.</p> + +<p class="i">So they all set to work and the Tree-Fairy smiled upon them. Her smile +was so full of love that each little animal felt his heart beat faster +and was even more eager to free her wings quickly.</p> + +<p class="i">“It is perfectly wonderful that Pinkie Whiskers did not cut you in two +when he chopped down the tree. We had no idea that you were in it,” said +Uncle Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>The Tree-Fairy laughed a soft, silvery laugh and answered, “No, of +course you did not know that I was here. When I am free I will tell you +all about how I came to be here.”</p> + +<p class="i">Just then Billy Jay picked away a big piece of bark and the Tree-Fairy +slowly but surely pulled one wing free.</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers, Twinkle and Winkle worked all the harder and faster and +soon Twinkle cried:</p> + +<p class="i">“I think you can move your wing now, dear Tree-Fairy. Try to move it +just a tiny bit.”</p> + +<p class="i">The Tree-Fairy needed no urging. Very gently and slowly she pulled her +wing out from under the bark. Just to show her little friends that she +could use them as well as ever, she fluttered them about.</p> + +<p class="i">They were so thin that you could see through them and they sparkled and +shone in the sunshine like silver.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>“Can’t you get up now?” asked Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">“I will try,” replied the Tree-Fairy.</p> + +<p class="i">She tried and tried all in vain. She could move, but she could not rise. +At last she said:</p> + +<p class="i">“My foot is caught. I am so sorry, dear friend, but I cannot leave this +stump until my foot is free. It is so far down in the stump that I am +afraid you will have a very hard time to loosen it.”</p> + +<p class="i">She was right. It seemed for awhile that it was impossible to loosen it. +Billy Jay picked and picked. Twinkle and Winkle gnawed and gnawed, but +all of their efforts seemed of no use.</p> + +<p class="i">Finally Uncle Whiskers said, “I will take the axe and chop away the +outside of the stump.”</p> + +<p class="i">“I will take the pitch-fork and lift the soft pulp away,” cried Sammy +Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>So they worked and worked until they had broken the stump apart and the +Tree-Fairy was free once more.</p> + +<p class="i">As she stepped out into the green meadow, she was so happy that she +danced and as she danced, her little silver slippers twinkled and +glittered.</p> + +<p class="i">“Isn’t she wonderful?” whispered Winkle to Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Yes. She is so lovely that I am afraid she will not stay with us,” +whispered Twinkle to Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers looked and looked at the Tree-Fairy until his eyes were +almost blinded by her sparkle in the sunshine. He said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Please come over here under the shade of this tree, where we can look +at you all we wish and then tell us how you came to be in that tree.”</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>CHAPTER VI</h2> + + +<p class="cap">THE Tree-Fairy danced over and sat down under the tree with Uncle +Whiskers, Winkle, Twinkle and Sammy Woodchuck. Billy Jay did not care to +sit down. He just hopped around and around the Tree-Fairy and stared at +her.</p> + +<p class="i">In the meantime Pinkie Whiskers had caught his breath and was rested. He +tried to get up, but found that a branch of the tree held him down. He +wiggled and twisted but he could not rise.</p> + +<p class="i">“Help! help!” called Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“My goodness!” cried Uncle Whiskers. “We forgot all about that blessed +Pinkie Whiskers. Come we must help him.”</p> + +<p class="i">They all rushed over to the tree and there was Pinkie Whiskers lying on +his back and kicking as hard as he could.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>“Now just keep perfectly still and we will break the branches away, +then you can get up,” said Uncle Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers was so glad to see Winkle, Twinkle, Uncle Whiskers, +Sammy Woodchuck and Billy Jay that he cried.</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, now!” said Uncle Whiskers. “You eat one of those big apples that +are just waiting right by your hand for you and you will feel better.”</p> + +<p class="i">“When I woke up, it was all so still that I thought you had all gone +home and left me,” sobbed Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“We are here,” cried Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“We are here,” cried Winkle, “and we will have you out of that tree in a +moment.”</p> + +<p class="i">Already Sammy Woodchuck and Uncle Whiskers had broken the branches away +and now they lifted Pinkie Whiskers to his feet.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers was all smiles as he <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>stood in the green meadow again, +but he said:</p> + +<p class="i">“I shall never cut down a tree again. This one nearly killed me.”</p> + +<p class="i">“You owe your life to Billy Jay. It was Billy who caught your tail and +pulled you out from under the falling tree trunk just in time or you +surely would have been crushed,” said Uncle Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“All is well that ends well and really, Pinkie Whiskers, you never did +such a wonderful thing before and you probably will never do such a +wonderful deed in your life again, for you have set the Tree-Fairy free. +Look over there and you will see her,” said Sammy Woodchuck.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers looked and he was so surprised that his little mouth +flew open, and I am ashamed to say that he stared too. Yes, he actually +stared at the Tree-Fairy.</p> + +<p class="i">The Tree-Fairy smiled and came dancing over to him. She bowed and said, +“I want to thank you for saving my lif<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>e. If it had not been for you, I +would not be standing here in this beautiful sunshine.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Do tell us how you came to be in the tree trunk, won’t you please?” +begged Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“To be sure, I will tell you,” laughed the Tree-Fairy. This is the story +she told:</p> + +<p class="i">“In Fairyland there are Witches as well as Fairies, just as on Earth +there are bad people as well as good people.</p> + +<p class="i">“I had always been very friendly with the Witches and they were as kind +to me as they could be until one day I went to visit the Witch +Discontent. She was never satisfied with anything and never smiled or +laughed.</p> + +<p class="i">“You know I love everybody and everything. I am happy all the day long +and I never fret or worry. On this day I was so happy over the beautiful +sunshine and flowers that I was singing and dancing.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>“The Witch Discontent could not help but feel my happiness and bye and +bye she forgot to whine and scold and actually began to sing with me. +She had never been known to sing a note before.</p> + +<p class="i">“Then I told her a joke and she laughed. My, how she laughed! We were +having the best kind of a time when one of the other Witches entered and +found the Witch Discontent enjoying herself.</p> + +<p class="i">“The Witch Discontent was so angry to be caught having a good time that +she flew into a terrible rage, and drove me from the house.”</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>CHAPTER VII</h2> + + +<p class="cap">WHEN the Tree-Fairy told of the Witch Discontent’s rage, she shuddered, +then she continued:</p> + +<p class="i">“The Witch Discontent not only drove me from her house, but she chased +me and she screamed at me every step of the way. I could run faster than +she and I reached my home first. I ran into the house, closed and bolted +the door.</p> + +<p class="i">“I was just in time for I had only finished locking the door when the +Witch Discontent threw herself against it.</p> + +<p class="i">“When she found that the door was locked she was more angry than ever. +She tore her hair and jumped wildly about. She put her mouth to the key +hole and screamed:</p> + +<p class="i">“‘I will punish you yet, you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> just wait. I will sit here in front of +your door until you come out.’</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, I knew that she could not harm me unless she looked me in the eye +and made certain passes with her hands, so I decided right then and +there that I would stay in the house and keep the door locked.</p> + +<p class="i">“All day long the Witch Discontent sat in front of the door and all the +while her rage grew and grew until she was a terrible sight. I peeped +out of the window at her several times and each time I was glad she did +not see me.</p> + +<p class="i">“Night came and she was still there. I went quietly to bed and soon fell +asleep. It was bright daylight when I awakened. My first thought was one +of happiness and then I remembered about the Witch Discontent and I was +eager to see if she was still sitting outside of my door.</p> + +<p class="i">“I tip-toed over to the window and looked out. I could not see her so I +leaned <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>further out and almost instantly a rough hand grabbed me and +dragged me right out of the window and dropped me on the ground.</p> + +<p class="i">“I found myself facing the Witch Discontent. She had been waiting under +my window for this very chance. She shook me and then held me very tight +while she looked me in the eye, made passes and hissed:</p> + +<p class="i">“‘You wicked Tree-Fairy! I will drive you from Fairyland. I will send +you to Earth and imprison you in a tree forever. You shall never come +forth into the sunshine again or dance, laugh or sing unless I will it. +Now go,’ she screamed as she flung me from her and made more strange +passes with both hands.</p> + +<p class="i">“That is all I can remember until I found myself imprisoned in the heart +of yonder tree. I could not stir. I was fitted into the tree as if I had +grown there.</p> + +<p class="i">“I do not know how long I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> been in the tree, for I slept a great +deal, but always when I was awake I sang little songs of joy to myself +and kept a merry heart. But best of all, I never ceased to love the +Witch Discontent in spite of what she had done to me.</p> + +<p class="i">“You know that love always conquers hate and it was love that sent the +man to cut down the tree and when he was called away, it was love that +sent Pinkie Whiskers and you, my dear friends, to finish the work and +free me.”</p> + +<p class="i">As the Tree-Fairy stopped talking there were tears of gratitude and +happiness in her eyes. She looked so sweet and beautiful that her new +friends wondered how anyone could ever have been unkind to her.</p> + +<p class="i">“You certainly have had a very hard time and I am glad that we could +help you out of your prison,” said Uncle Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Why are you called a Tree-Fairy if you have only lived in a tree here +on Earth?” inquired Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>The Tree-Fairy laughed merrily as she replied: “Bless your heart, I +have always lived in a tree. My home was in a tree in Fairyland, but the +tree was hollow and I had several rooms. As I told you I even had a door +and a window.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Fairyland must be a wonderful place,” sighed Twinkle. “I wish that I +could make you a visit when you are back in your own home once more.”</p> + +<p class="i">The Tree-Fairy put her arms about him and said, “I would love to have +you but it is impossible. You could never reach there. I must be going +now, but I will never forget your kindness to me and I will always watch +over you all and turn your trouble into happiness. In fact, I will tell +all of the good Fairies to help you.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Pinkie Whiskers, you shall always be protected in time of need. Some +day when you are in danger, I will save you as you have saved me and now +good-bye, dear friends, good-bye.”</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + + +<p class="cap">WHEN Pinkie Whiskers reached home, he told Mother and Father Gray all +about how he chopped down the tree and how the beautiful Tree-Fairy was +freed from her prison. Mother Gray said:</p> + +<p class="i">“My son, you have had a very wonderful experience, but please be careful +what you do and where you go. Country life is very different from city +life and you are very young.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Yes, mother, I will be careful, but I want to do everything that anyone +else does,” replied Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, now,” spoke Uncle Whiskers, “let the boy have his way. I am sure +that he is a genius. If Pinkie Whiskers does all of the things which he +longs to do, he will be ready for anything. Why, he may be able <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>to +write a book about the wonderful things he sees and hears or perhaps he +may paint a beautiful picture.”</p> + +<p class="i">“That sounds very nice,” replied Mother Gray, “but I am afraid something +dreadful will happen to him, while he is doing all of these things.”</p> + +<p class="i">Just then Billy Jay flew onto the window-sill and called out, “I invite +you all to come with me down to the creek. I want to show you city rats +something that you have never seen before.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, goodie!” cried Twinkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, goodie!” cried Winkle.</p> + +<p class="i">“Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, children, please stop shouting while I tell you my plan,” begged +Mother Gray. “It will soon be supper time, so how would you like to take +our supper with us and eat it down by the creek?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, yes, a picnic, a picnic! Let us<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> have a picnic!” shouted the three +little brothers at once.</p> + +<p class="i">They all hurried about and helped Mother Gray put up the lunch and very +soon they were all scampering off to the creek for their picnic.</p> + +<p class="i">Billy Jay flew ahead of them and they followed him to a place in the +creek, where the shore curved and the rocks sheltered the water so that +it was as quiet and as still as a pond.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers, Winkle and Twinkle raced down to the creek and looked +down into the water. To their amazement, they saw their faces reflected: +Pinkie Whiskers cried out:</p> + +<p class="i">“Is this the surprise? Is this what you wished to show us?”</p> + +<p class="i">“No,” laughed Billy Jay. “You look again and forget about your +reflection and tell me what you see.”</p> + +<p class="i">They all looked again and this time they <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>saw funny little creatures +wiggling and swimming about. Pinkie Whiskers asked:</p> + +<p class="i">“What are they and where are they going?”</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray and Father Gray looked and they also were surprised, for +they had never seen or heard of anything like them.</p> + +<p class="i">Billy Jay was thoroughly enjoying himself, for it is always fun to show +something strange to your friends. He laughed as he answered:</p> + +<p class="i">“They are tadpoles and they are not going anywhere. They just swim +around and around here near the shore, for this is their home just as +the cheese factory is your home.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Will they always be small like this?” inquired Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Bless your heart, no,” replied Billy Jay. “They will grow into great, +big frogs.”</p> + +<p class="i">They all watched the tadpoles swim <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>about until Mother Gray said: “Come, +children, we will have our supper now.”</p> + +<p class="i">They found a very nice place to eat and everyone was so hungry that they +began to eat at once.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers kept thinking of the tadpoles and without saying a word +he slipped away from the others and went back to the creek. Right beside +a big rock, he found a fish rod and net.</p> + +<p class="i">He picked them up and began to fish. In a moment a tadpole swallowed the +hook. Pinkie Whiskers jerked him out of the water and put the net under +him.</p> + +<p class="i">“You are the little tadpole I have been fishing for,” he cried.</p> + +<p class="i">The little tadpole was so amazed that he could not speak. He just hung +and flopped on the hook.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>CHAPTER IX</h2> + + +<p class="cap">THE longer that Pinkie Whiskers looked at the tadpole, the more proud he +grew to think that he had caught him.</p> + +<p class="i">At last the tadpole found his voice and said, “Oh, please put me back in +the water. I want to go home.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers jumped when the tadpole spoke. Someway he had not +thought about a tadpole having a voice or being able to talk.</p> + +<p class="i">“No, my little tadpole. I am not going to let you go back home. I am +going to take you to my home. I will put you in a glass of water and you +can swim as much as you please,” replied Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“I have a mother and father just as you have and I do not want to leave +them. I <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>want to stay here and I will stay here,” said the tadpole and +he jumped about so lively that Pinkie Whiskers had all he could do to +keep from falling off the stone.</p> + +<p class="i">“Stop pulling my fish line. Stop pulling it, I say,” cried Pinkie +Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">The little tadpole paid no heed to Pinkie Whiskers’ demand. In fact he +jumped and pulled all the harder and faster.</p> + +<p class="i">The first thing Pinkie Whiskers knew, he had slipped off from the stone +and was up to his neck in the water.</p> + +<p class="i">But Pinkie Whiskers was not the kind to give up a prize easily. My, no! +He remembered to hold fast to the fish rod. The little tadpole swam away +as far as he could and tugged and tugged at the line.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers was nearly pulled over in the water, but just in time he +threw out his hand and caught hold of the rock, then using all the +strength he had, he managed to climb up onto it.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>Once more he pulled the tadpole free from the water and slipped the net +under it. He was panting for breath but he said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, little tadpole, I am surely going to take you home with me, but I +will not put you in the glass. I will fry you and eat you for my +breakfast.”</p> + +<p class="i">The poor little tadpole was so frightened that he screamed, “Help! help! +help!”</p> + +<p class="i">Now Father Frog had gone back on the shore to stretch himself in the +sunshine and to see what he could find to eat.</p> + +<p class="i">He was returning to the creek when he heard his son call for help. He +was very much frightened for he knew that the tadpole could not get up +onto the rocks himself and yet the call for help came from the rocks.</p> + +<p class="i">Father Frog hopped as fast as he could, but his heart beat so wildly +that he could not jump very far at a time.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span>When he reached the creek he stopped a moment to look and what he saw +struck him with such horror that he could not move. His legs would not +work.</p> + +<p class="i">About this same time Mother Gray went to give Pinkie Whiskers another +piece of bread and cheese. To her surprise he was nowhere to be seen. +She called and called, but Pinkie Whiskers was too far away to hear.</p> + +<p class="i">“Father Gray, you must go and find Pinkie Whiskers,” she cried. “Run as +fast as you can. I am afraid that he is in trouble or mischief.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, now,” said Uncle Whiskers, “you worry too much about Pinkie +Whiskers. He is a fine, big boy and can take care of himself.”</p> + +<p class="i">“That may be true but I am going to find him now,” said Mother Gray as +she ran for the creek.</p> + +<p class="i">Father Gray said, “Wait a moment and I will come along with you.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>Winkle cried, “I want to come too.”</p> + +<p class="i">Twinkle cried, “I want to come too, please wait for me.”</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers grumbled, “Well, I never did see such a fuss in my life. +I have not had enough to eat yet, but I guess I will join the hunt for +Pinkie Whiskers anyway.”</p> + +<p class="i">Billy Jay laughed and said, “I will go with you, Uncle Whiskers. We can +finish our supper when we return.”</p> + +<p class="i">So off they all ran after Pinkie Whiskers and although Mother Gray was +worried, she never suspected what serious trouble and danger Pinkie +Whiskers was in.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>CHAPTER X</h2> + + +<p class="cap">AFTER the first shock, Father Frog became very angry with Pinkie +Whiskers. His legs began to move once more and he made long hops and +jumps until he stood beside Pinkie Whiskers. He puffed out his white +throat and croaked:</p> + +<p class="i">“Chug-e-rum! chug-e-rum! What are you doing with my son and why did you +pull him out of the water?”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers looked at Father Frog and when he saw how big he was, +felt rather small and timid himself, but he raised up to his full height +and said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Is this little tadpole your son? I fished for him just for the sport of +it and I did intend to take him home with me.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Chug-e-rum! chug-e-rum!” roared Father Frog, “drop my son at once.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>The way Father Frog demanded Pinkie Whiskers to drop the tadpole made +him very determined not to do so. It was very naughty of Pinkie +Whiskers, and afterwards he was most sorry for having been so rude, +unkind and stubborn, but then it was too late.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers said to Father Frog, “I will not drop your son. He is my +little tadpole now and I am going to take him home and fry him for my +breakfast.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Chug-e-rum! chug-e-rum!” growled Father Frog. “You shall do nothing of +the kind. Don’t you know that frogs and tadpoles have feelings and +hearts as well as yourself?”</p> + +<p class="i">“Poof! poof!” scoffed Pinkie Whiskers. “I don’t care. I am going to take +my tadpole home with me anyway.”</p> + +<p class="i">Father Frog did not say a word. He just jumped against Pinkie Whiskers +with such force that the rod flew out of his <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>hand and the little +tadpole went flop back into his watery home.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers fell flat upon the stone and when he scrambled to his +feet, there beside him stood Father Frog. In his hand he held a long +green reed, which he had pulled out of the creek.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers thought that Father Frog intended to whip him with the +reed and he begged, “Please do not whip me. I will never touch your +little tadpoles again.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Indeed you will not touch them again, for you will not be here to fish +for them.”</p> + +<p class="i">With these words, the Frog grabbed Pinkie Whiskers and threw him up onto +his back. He then put the reed around him so that he could not possibly +get away.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers kicked and kicked. He jerked and jerked, but the reed +was so strong that he could not break it. He tried to bite it with his +teeth, but he could not reach around far enough.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>Father Frog hopped up onto a big rock that was hanging right over the +creek. Pinkie Whiskers screamed and kicked some more, but it was of no +use.</p> + +<p class="i">“Oh, please put me down, Mr. Frog,” begged Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Indeed, I will not. You showed my son no mercy and now you cannot +expect me to show you any kindness,” replied Father Frog.</p> + +<p class="i">“But he is back in the creek with his brothers and sisters now,” said +Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“Yes, he is back home with a fish hook in his mouth and I will have a +hard time to get it out. Besides it was not you or your kindness that +put him back home. It was because I made you drop him,” growled Father +Frog.</p> + +<p class="i">“What are you going to do to me?” cried Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">“I am going to dump you into the water,” replied Father Frog.</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>“Oh, mother! mother! father! father! help me! Come quick and help me!” +screamed Pinkie Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray and all of the others heard him scream and they ran as fast +as they could to his aid. Billy Jay could fly faster than the others +could run, and he flew as fast as he could, but even he was too late.</p> + +<p class="i">Right before their very eyes, Father Frog leaped into the creek with +Pinkie Whiskers on his back.</p> + +<p class="i">The last they saw of Pinkie Whiskers was his feet kicking the air and +his little red coat-tails flying.</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray threw herself down on the rock and sobbed, “My dear Pinkie +Whiskers, I will never see him again.”</p> + +<p class="i">Winkle, Twinkle and Billy Jay all cried, too, but Father Gray blew his +nose and wiped a tear from his eye as Uncle Whiskers said, “That boy +will come back all safe and sound.”</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>CHAPTER XI</h2> + + +<p class="cap">WHEN Pinkie Whiskers struck the water, he closed his mouth and his eyes +tight. He did not open his eyes until he felt Father Frog swimming +rapidly down the creek and he wondered where they were going.</p> + +<p class="i">He kicked and kicked, but the green reed held him so fast that he could +not free himself.</p> + +<p class="i">Father Frog swam on and on until they came to the mouth of the creek and +the creek flowed into a great, rushing river. Father Frog let loose of +the reed and as Pinkie Whiskers fell off from his back, said:</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, my little rat, you must take care of yourself. I am going home to +take your <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>fish hook out of my poor little tadpole’s mouth. Good-bye.”</p> + +<p class="i">The water was so deep and it raced along so swiftly that Pinkie Whiskers +was very much frightened, but suddenly a beautiful, soft voice whispered +in his ear:</p> + +<p class="i">“Do not be afraid. I am the Water-Fairy and I will help you because my +dear friend, the Tree-Fairy asked me to do so. She told me all about how +you saved her.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers was so amazed and delighted that he forgot that he was +in the water and started to speak. Of course, the water poured into his +open mouth and he began to sputter and choke.</p> + +<p class="i">The Water-Fairy pushed him to the top of the water and patted him on his +back until he was all right once more, then she said:</p> + +<p class="i">“I will make it possible for you to stay down under the water and +breathe and talk just like a fish and then you will never choke again.”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>Pinkie Whiskers smiled his thanks and the Water-Fairy made some passes +and, sure enough, he could breathe, talk and swim under water just like +a fish.</p> + +<p class="i">“Look! look!” cried the Water-Fairy. “There is a ship in the distance +and it is headed this way.”</p> + +<p class="i">Sure enough, a beautiful, big, white ship was coming down the river. It +was coming so fast now they could see men moving about on her.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers took out of his pocket his white handkerchief and waved +it around and around his head.</p> + +<p class="i">“Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!” he shouted.</p> + +<p class="i">“It will do you no good to signal the ship,” said the Water-Fairy. “It +would never stop to take a rat on board. Oh, dear no! You will have to +get on the ship without anyone seeing you.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers did not wait to hear any more. He swam for the passing +ship. <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>When he was even with the dragging rope he tried to catch it with +his teeth, but he was not quick enough and the rope slipped out of his +reach.</p> + +<p class="i">Again and again he tried and at last he made a quick jump and landed +right upon the rope. He just clung to it as tight as he could with his +feet and rested.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>CHAPTER XII</h2> + + +<p class="cap">THE rope was one which the sailors had put out to tell them how many +miles an hour they were going. This rope had a wonderful wheel at the +end of it which kept twisting and turning in the water.</p> + +<p class="i">Every now and then the rope would turn suddenly over and poor Pinkie +Whiskers would go under the water with it and nearly fall off. At last +he was rested and climbed the rope to the ship. When no one was about he +jumped aboard.</p> + +<p class="i">Of course, he did not know which way to go, but there was a pleasant +smell of cooking in the air and he followed this smell.</p> + +<p class="i">He soon found himself in a big kitchen with many people hurrying about. +There <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>were cooks with white caps and aprons and waiters with white +jackets.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers kept very close to the wall and ran until he saw a white +jacket hanging on a nail.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers saw that the jacket had pockets, so he ran up the side +of the wall and hid in one of the pockets. He had just nestled down for +a little nap, for he was very tired, when along came the owner of the +jacket. He took it off from the nail and put it on.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers, did not know what to do, but he decided to keep very +still. The waiter took his tray of food and went into the dining room. +Pinkie Whiskers peeped out of the pocket and saw many tables with people +about them.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers’ head was still out of the pocket when the waiter went +up to a table to serve a lady. She saw Pinkie Whiskers and screamed, “A +mouse! a mouse!”</p> + +<p class="i"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>Now, Pinkie Whiskers knew that he was a rat and not a mouse, so at +first he did not think that she meant him, but when all of the ladies +jumped up from the table and started to run, Pinkie Whiskers jumped from +the pocket and ran too.</p> + +<p class="i">He hid behind the leg of a big chair and did not move until he felt the +ship stop and saw everyone going ashore. He started to go ashore too and +as everyone had bundles and baggage, he picked up a small hand bag, an +umbrella, a can and a cage filled with butterflies, grasshoppers and a +lady-bug.</p> + +<p class="i">He had only gone a short way when the door of the cage flew open and the +insects flew out.</p> + +<p class="i">“I never had so much trouble in all my life,” complained Pinkie +Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">He ran after them and caught as many as he could and put them back into +the cage for he wanted to take them home as presents to his dear ones.</p> + + + +<h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + + +<p class="cap">PINKIE WHISKERS found it very hard to travel over the country road with +all of his baggage. He caught his feet in the cage and fell over it +several times.</p> + +<p class="i">He did not know the way home and he had to ask every little wild +creature that he met where the cheese factory was.</p> + +<p class="i">At last he met Billy Jay, for Billy Jay had gone out to search for him. +Billy Jay felt sure that Pinkie Whiskers was not drowned and when he met +his little friend coming down the road he was not even surprised.</p> + +<p class="i">“Hello, Billy Jay!” shouted Pinkie Whiskers. “You see that I am coming +home.”</p> + +<p class="i">“Hello, Pinkie Whiskers!” <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>cried Billy Jay. “I never was so glad to see +anyone in my life. Let me carry something for you.”</p> + +<p class="i">“All right, you may carry my handbag, if you wish,” said Pinkie +Whiskers.</p> + +<p class="i">Now that Pinkie Whiskers had company, it did not seem any time at all +before they reached the cheese factory.</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers opened the door and walked right in, just as the family +was eating supper.</p> + +<p class="i">Mother Gray screamed and ran to kiss her son. Father Gray, Winkle, +Twinkle and Uncle Whiskers stood by and waited for their turn.</p> + +<p class="i">“Now, children, let Pinkie Whiskers eat his supper before you ask him +any questions. The poor little fellow must be very, very hungry after +his long journey.”</p> + +<p class="i">Pinkie Whiskers ate and ate, then he told them all about the good +Water-Fairy, who was a friend of the Tree-Fairy and <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>how she had asked +the Water-Fairy to help him.</p> + +<p class="i">Winkle, Twinkle and Billy Jay were so amazed by Pinkie Whiskers’ story +that they stood and stared at him with big eyes.</p> + +<p class="i">Uncle Whiskers shook himself and said, “There now, Mother Gray, didn’t I +tell you not to worry about Pinkie Whiskers?”</p> + +<p class="i">“And, yes,” cried Pinkie Whiskers, “you said perhaps I might write a +book and I have already started one. So you see that you are always +right, Uncle Whiskers.”</p> + + +<p><a href="#contents">Back to contents</a></p> + + +<div class="figcenter box1"> +<img src="images/inside2s.jpg" class="jpg2" width="400" height="640" alt="Inside 2" title="" /> +<br /><span class="link"><a href="images/inside2x.jpg">View larger image</a></span> +</div> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Hazel Squirrel and Other Stories, by + + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HAZEL SQUIRREL AND OTHER STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 22087-h.htm or 22087-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/2/0/8/22087/ + +Produced by Mark C. 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