The Tale of Frisky Squirrel by Arthur Scott Bailey
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"Well, young man!" said Uncle Sammy, "what are you doing here?" "I'm trying to find a few seeds to eat," Frisky explained. "I know where there's some corn," said Uncle Sammy Coon. "It's last year's corn, to be sure; but it's good, just the same." "Where is it?" Frisky asked him. "Hm--" said Uncle Sammy. "If I told you would you get some of it for me? It would be easy for a spry young chap like you to take all you wanted of it. But I've a lame knee, you know, and I can't climb so well as I used to." "Of course I'll get some corn for you," Frisky promised. "Where is it?" "I'll take you to it," said Uncle Sammy--"this very night." He was a suspicious old chap--which means that he was afraid that if he told Frisky then, Frisky would go off alone and take what corn he wanted without giving Uncle Sammy any. "To-night!" Frisky exclaimed. "Oh, I don't stay out late at night, you know, as you do." Uncle Sammy Coon was known to keep very late hours. "Well--right after sundown, then," the old rascal said. "We'll meet over by the brook. Don't tell your mother. It will be a pleasant surprise for her, when you bring home a fine bagful of corn." |
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