APPY JACK SQUIRREL likes the snow. He always has liked the snow. It
makes him feel frisky. He likes to run and jump in it and dig little
holes in it after nuts, which he hid under the leaves before the snow
fell. When his feet get cold, all he has to do is to scamper up a tree
and warm them in his own fur coat. So the big snowstorm which made so
much trouble for
Happy Jack didn't know anything about
After frisking about he would stop to rest. Then he would sit up very straight and fold his hands across his breast, where they would get nice and warm in the fur of his coat. His beautiful, great gray tail would be arched up over his back. His bright eyes would snap and twinkle, and then he would shout just for joy, and every time he shouted he jerked his big tail. Farmer Brown's boy called it barking, but it was Happy Jack's way of shouting.
"I love to romp! I love to play!
I'm happy, happy, all the day!
I love the snow, so soft and white!
I love the sun that shines so bright!
I love the whole world, for, you see,
The world is very good to me!"
By and by Happy Jack came to the hollow tree that Farmer Brown's boy
had cut down because he thought that
"Hello!" exclaimed Happy Jack. "That's one of the old storehouses of my cousin, Chatterer the Red Squirrel! I've got an old storehouse near here, and I guess I'll see if I have left any nuts in it."
He scampered over to another hollow tree standing near. He scampered up the tree as only Happy Jack can and whisked in at the open doorway of the hollow. Now Happy Jack had been in that hollow tree so often that he didn't once think of looking to see where he was going, and he landed plump on something that was soft and warm! Happy Jack was so surprised that he didn't know what to do for a second. And then all in a flash that something soft and warm was full of sharp claws and sharper teeth, and an angry growling filled the hollow tree.
Happy Jack was so frightened that he scrambled out as fast as he
could. When he was safely outside, he grew very angry to think that
any one should be in his storehouse, even if it was an old one. He
could hear a very angry voice inside, and in a minute who should
appear at the doorway but
Unc' Billy had been waked out of a sound sleep, and that was enough to make any one cross. Besides, he had been badly frightened, and that made him crosser still.
"What do yo' mean by trying to frighten honest people?" snapped
"What do you mean by stealing into other folk's houses?" demanded Happy Jack, just as angrily.