SOMETIMES HE WOULD RUN A RACE WITH WINKIE WEASEL

Miss Hare’s school was a very studious place during the fall; but when winter set in, some of the pupils began to lose interest in their work. The woodchuck, who was the dullest pupil in the language class, went to his bed of dried clover one night and forgot to wake up until spring had returned. Tiny, himself, felt very sleepy at times, but he sat close to the fireplace…

The class may read

As he flew through the air in the clutches of the owl, Tiny realized what a small, helpless creature he was. Not a word was spoken till they stopped at the bank of a creek, which looked to him like a great river. It was filled, in one place, with branches of willows, beeches, poplars, and other trees. His heart beat sluggishly, for the scene was very dismal, indeed. “Have…

“It is generally a stupid creature

Tiny became ill, and could not venture out of doors, so the party was postponed until he should get well. His mother sent for Dr. Flyingsquirrel, who lived out in the country. The doctor, who could spread out his loose skin and fly like a bird, said that Tiny should remain quiet for at least two days. The Mayor of Squirreltown issued an edict that anyone who made a loud…

Redsquirrel

Deeper and deeper Tiny wandered into the heart of the jungle. It was very damp and chilly as well as ghostly. His hunting bag was heavy, but he did not lose heart. He had heard that fairy princesses with torches often came to the aid of good squirrels that were in trouble. He wished that they would come to help him. But the dark trees and bushes looked like frightful…

I HAVE CONQUERED THE OGRE

After his strange meeting with the queen bee, Tiny wondered what would happen next. He remembered what the owl prophet had said concerning the dangers he would meet. As he sped onward, his little heart began to beat less bravely, for, like any young squirrel that had lived in a comfortable home without a care or a worry, he dreaded to face an uncertain future. “I am frightened,” he said,…

At that moment

Tiny spent the night in the fork of a wild plum tree. For some time he sat thinking of his mother and Squirreltown, but his lessons in patience and contentment had made him satisfied with his lot. The next morning he started upon his journey, bravely following the narrow, twisting path, ever ready to avoid danger. [Illustration: HE WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A DRINK WHEN HE SAW WHAT HE TOOK…

How full of energy they are

The sunbeams shine through the boughs of the trees and the winds rustle gently. The dewdrops glitter on the grass. The brook bounds joyously along. The birds sing gaily and the little animals of the wood come forth to listen to the sweet music. The wild flowers open their pretty cups. Now the forest is ringing with glad shouts and songs. The sunbeams are growing brighter. The winds are dying…

The little red squirrel

Tiny sat for a long time in the top of the tree and looked away as far as his eyes could see. In the distance rose the big yellow moon. It shone brightly upon the treetops of the great forest, yet he could not see Squirreltown. At last he began to descend slowly, almost frightening to death a tree toad that was hopping about on its little velvet toes among…

He was vexed at the stranger’s ignorance

Chatty smiled foolishly and Tiny laughed heartily. The butterfly rested a long time. Then she flew away. The birds chattered gayly as the sun smiled brightly. The brook gurgled with glee and flowed merrily on. The chipmunk seemed wide awake after his drenching. For a half hour he scurried briskly along. “Not far away some fine blackberries grow on low bushes,” he said. “We will find them and feast until…