Nutkin made a whirring noise to
sound like the WIND, and he took a
running jump right onto the head of
Old Brown! . . .

Then all at once there was a
flutterment and a scufflement and a
loud "Squeak!"

The other squirrels scuttered away
into the bushes.

When they came back very
cautiously, peeping round the tree--
there was Old Brown sitting on his
door-step, quite still, with his eyes
closed, as if nothing had happened.

* * * * * * * *

BUT NUTKIN WAS IN HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET!

This looks like the end of the story;
but it isn't.


Old Brown carried Nutkin into his
house, and held him up by the tail,