Possum what don' take care of his fam'ly," she said crossly, and
hurried into the house to see that the eight little Possums were
properly tucked in bed, for it was a cold day, and the eight little
Possums had to stay in bed to keep warm.

Happy Jack chuckled as he started back to tell Unc' Billy Possum. He
knew perfectly well that old Mrs. Possum didn't mean what she said.
He knew that Unc' Billy would know that she didn't mean it. But he
knew, and he knew that Unc' Billy knew, that when he did get home, he
would get a great scolding. Then all of a sudden Happy Jack thought of
a way for Unc' Billy to get home without waiting until the snow melted
away. That might be a very long time, for there was a great deal of
snow on the ground.

What do you suppose gave Happy Jack his idea? Why, a tiny little
snowflake that hit Happy Jack right on the end of his nose! Yes, Sir,
it was that tiny little snowflake that gave Happy Jack Squirrel his
bright idea.

He hurried back to the hollow tree where Unc' Billy was hiding and
scrambled up to the doorway.

"Hello, Unc' Billy! You can go home to-night!" he shouted.

Unc' Billy Possum stuck his head out of the doorway. "What's that yo'
say, Brer Squirrel?" he said. "Ah don' see as the snow has gone away,
and your tracks are powerful plain to see, and Ah makes bigger tracks
than yo', Brer Squirrel."

"Just look up in the sky, Unc' Billy!" said Happy Jack.