the idea of crawling into that narrow, dark place. He knew that
Freddie Weasel's teeth were very sharp. And he knew that Freddie was
quick to use them, too.

Frisky was trying hard to think of some good way to catch Freddie
asleep, when who should come strolling along but Henry Skunk! Frisky
always supposed that he was called "Henry" because he was so fond of
_hens_--for he visited Farmer Green's hen-house oftener than any other
of the forest-people--but whether _that_ was why he was so named I
should really not want to say.

"Well, well! You're out pretty late," Henry Skunk called, as soon as
he saw Frisky.

Frisky Squirrel held a paw to his mouth, so Henry Skunk would not talk
too loudly.

"What's going on?" Henry Skunk asked, with growing interest. "You
haven't seen a hen around here, have you?"

Frisky shook his head.

"It's Freddie Weasel--" he explained, pointing at the hole. "He's in
there; and I'm trying to catch him asleep."

Henry Skunk came nearer.

"Why don't you go inside?" he asked.

Frisky shook his head again.