THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL

I

Frisky Squirrel Finds Much To Do


Frisky Squirrel was a lively little chap. And he was very bold, too.
You see, he was so nimble that he felt he could always jump right out
of danger--no matter whether it was a hawk chasing him, or a fox
springing at him, or a boy throwing stones at him. He would chatter
and scold at his enemies from some tree-top. And it was seldom that he
was so frightened that he ran home and hid inside his mother's house.

Mrs. Squirrel's house was in a hollow limb of a hickory tree. It was a
very convenient place to live; for although the tree was old, it still
bore nuts. And it is very pleasant to be able to step out of your
house and find your dinner all ready for you--simply waiting to be
picked.

Of course, Frisky Squirrel and his mother couldn't find their dinner
on the tree the whole year 'round--because it was only in the fall that
there were nuts on it. But luckily there were other things to eat--such
as seeds, of which there were many kinds in the woods. And then there
was Farmer Green's wheat--and his corn, too, which Frisky liked most of
all.

The woods where Mrs. Squirrel and her son lived were full of the
finest trees to climb that anybody could wish for. And Frisky loved to