into the woods to look for his friends.

Well, Bully hadn’t gone on very far before, just as he was hopping past
a big stump, he heard a voice calling:

“Now I have you!”

Well, you should have seen that frog boy jump, for he thought it was a
savage wolf or fox about to grab him. But, instead he saw Johnnie
Bushytail, the squirrel, and right in front of Johnnie was a great big
horned owl, with large and staring eyes.

“Now I have you!” cried the owl again, and this time Bully knew the bad
bird was speaking to poor Johnnie Bushytail and not to him. And at that
the owl put out one claw, and, before the squirrel could run away the
savage creature had grabbed him. “Didn’t I tell you I had you?” the bird
asked, sarcastic like.

“Yes, I guess I did,” answered Johnnie, trembling so that his tail
looked like a dusting brush. “But please let me go, Mr. Owl. I never did
anything to you.”

“Didn’t you climb up a tree just now?” asked the owl, real saucy like.

“Yes. I guess I did,” answered Johnnie. “I’m always climbing trees, you
know. But that doesn’t hurt you; does it?”

“Yes, it does, for you knocked down a piece of bark, and it hit me on
the beak. And for that I’m going to take you home and cook you for
dinner,” the owl hooted.