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And he dived out of the old oak straight at Master Meadow Mouse. Master Meadow Mouse pulled his head in just in time. "I didn't suppose that chap would be here as soon as this," he gasped. "He must have hurried over here from the woods. He must be very hungry." As Solomon Owl returned to the old oak his cousin Simon Screecher laughed somewhat unpleasantly. "Missed him didn't you?" he inquired.
"You naughty little owls," cried the Mother Owl's voice, "what do you mean by digging your little sister?" "I didn't," cried Screecher and Flipperty, together. "Ouch! Ouch! There's something sharp in the nest." "My dear," said old Father Owl's voice from the branch outside, "can't you keep those children quiet?" "Quiet indeed!" cried old Mother Owl.
A big black squall soon come over Cape Hatteras from the Gulf Stream, and it did look like a screecher. Now, I thought, old woman, I'll make your sides ache; so I pinted her at it, and afore I could luff her up in the wind, the squall kreened her on to her beam-ends.
He had made up his mind that he would not hunt for mice. And since he had not promised Simon to give him anything else, there was no reason why he should not eat all the frogs and katydids and locusts that he could find. Perhaps it was not surprising that Simon Screecher never guessed the truth.
But Simon Screecher had his home in a hollow apple tree in Farmer Green's orchard. It was said by those that claimed to know that Simon Screecher slept in the daytime. But every tiny night-creature the Katydids and the Crickets and all the rest knew that after sunset Simon Screecher was as wide awake as anybody.
"You're a bright young chap," he observed. "But that's not surprising, for I notice that you belong to the Deer Mouse family, and everybody's aware that they are one of the brightest families in Pleasant Valley what are left of them." These last words made Dickie Deer Mouse more uneasy than ever. But he made up his mind not to let Simon Screecher know that he was worried.
It was getting to be twilight now, and the owls were beginning to stir. Presently he heard a voice cry out: "Ouch! Flipperty is sticking his toes into me." "No I ain't, neither," said another voice. "It's Pinny-winny. There, she's doing it to me, too. Now just you stop." "'Tain't me," cried a little squeaky voice; "it's Screecher hisself. Ow! Ow! I'm going to tell," and she began to cry.
“You surely ought to be glad to please your own cousin,” he told Simon. “It’s not that,” said Simon Screecher. “It seems to me that since I’m not half your size, I ought to have twice as many mice to eat, so I’ll grow bigger.” Well, Solomon Owl hadn’t thought of that. He was puzzled to know what to say. And he wanted time in which to ponder.
Dickie Deer Mouse couldn't help thinking that it was a great night for the Owl family. And he was surprised to notice that Simon Screecher did not act overjoyed at seeing his cousin. "It's a pleasant night," said Solomon Owl in his deep, hollow voice. Simon Screecher replied somewhat sourly that he supposed it was.
Now, you had just begun to fiddle before he cried out. And there's no doubt in my mind that your music scared Simon Screecher. So all you need do to feel safe from him is to fiddle a plenty every night." Chirpy Cricket felt so happy all at once that he began a lively tune. And sure enough! Simon Screecher squalled almost immediately. "That proves it!" Mr. Meadow Mouse exclaimed.
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