and tried to bite his neck. But Frisky was quick, too. He ran up a tree
before Freddie Weasel could catch him, and smiled at the bad-tempered
fellow.

"You'd better go home and take a nap," Frisky told him. "You're
crosser than ever to-day."

Freddie looked up at Frisky as if he would just like to get hold of
him for about one second.

"I never sleep," he said. "I'm always awake. And some night when
you're dreaming, I'm coming to your house and I'm going to eat you."
And then he hurried away.

Frisky Squirrel ran down the tree and dashed after Freddie. He didn't
make any noise at all. And he was careful not to let Freddie see him.
He was going to find out for himself whether Freddie stayed awake all
night.

Mrs. Squirrel was worried because Frisky didn't come home. Of course
he ought to have let her know what he was about. But he felt that he
mustn't lose sight of Freddie. And he saw no one at all by whom he
could send word to his mother as to where he was and what he was
doing.

Frisky had the busiest sort of time following Freddie. It grew so dark
that it was very hard to see Freddie Weasel as he sneaked along
through the bushes, hunting for small birds that build their nests on
the ground.