go leaping from branch to branch, and from tree to tree. He was so
fearless that he would scamper far out on the ends of the smallest
limbs. But no matter how much they bent and swayed beneath his weight,
he was never afraid; in fact, that was part of the fun.

As she watched Frisky whisking about among the trees, now swinging on
this branch, now leaping far out to that one, Mrs. Squirrel sometimes
wondered how he could keep dashing about so madly. Though the old lady
was pretty spry, herself, she was content to sit still _some_ of the
time. But Frisky Squirrel was almost never still except when he was
asleep. There was so much to do! Frisky wished that the days were
longer, for though he tried his hardest, he couldn't climb _all_ the
trees in the forest. Each night he had to give up his task, only to
begin all over again the next morning. If there had been nothing to do
but _climb_ the trees Frisky would have been able to climb more of
them. But there were other things that took time.

There were the birds, for instance. Frisky simply had to tease them.
Perhaps it was just because he was so full of fun--or mischief, as it
is sometimes called. Anyhow, he delighted in visiting their nests; and
chasing them; and scolding at them. And it was not always the littlest
birds, either, that Frisky teased. There was that loud-mouthed fellow,
Jasper Jay, the biggest blue jay in the whole neighborhood. Frisky
liked nothing better than bothering Jasper Jay--for Jasper always lost
his temper and flew straight at Frisky. And then would follow the
finest sport of all.

But a time came at last when Frisky teased Jasper Jay almost once too
often, though that is another story.