Mr. Kinglet flew up over Mr. Hawk's head, and then he darted down and
lighted right in the middle of Mr. Hawk's broad back, and began
pecking him as hard as he could with his sharp little bill.

Mr. Hawk stopped trying to catch Frisky. He had all he wanted to do to
shake that bold little fellow off his back. And though Mrs. Hawk still
swooped down at Frisky Squirrel, brave Mr. Kinglet's brave little wife
began to fly at _her_ so fiercely that Mrs. Hawk couldn't keep Frisky
from reaching the tree where he lived.

He was very glad to get home, you may be sure. And he dived in through
the door and was out of sight in no time. But pretty soon he stuck his
head out again to see what was happening. Mr. and Mrs. Hawk had
vanished. And all the forest-people were thanking Mr. and Mrs. Kinglet
for driving them away. Frisky Squirrel thanked them, too. And when he
remembered how he had sometimes teased Mrs. Kinglet by visiting her
nest he felt very much ashamed, and he promised himself that he would
never trouble her again.




VIII

Uncle Sammy Coon


One day Frisky Squirrel was looking for something to eat in the woods,
when whom should he meet but Uncle Sammy Coon, a good-for-nothing old
fellow who lived over in the swamp.