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The nimble creature, having swooped up to a high limb, seats itself there, and looks down upon its impotent pursuer with a nonchalant defiance at intervals more emphatically expressing the sentiment by a saucy jerk of its tail. But this false security proves the squirrel's ruin.
And the men that are the right kind out here ain't particularly set on books. I'd 'a' chose a harder feller for you, Missy, that could have stood up to anything and didn't have no soft feelings to hamper him." "Rubbish," she snapped. "Why don't you encourage me?" Her tone drew his eyes, sharp as a squirrel's and charged with quick concern. Her face was partly turned away.
"But they have settled down again. Still, I don't advise you to go back again at present." "Oh, I'm not going," she said. "I am much happier here. I saw a squirrel this morning. I wanted to kiss it dreadfully, but," with a sigh, "it didn't understand." "The squirrel's loss," observed Rivington. She crumpled his handkerchief into a ball, and tossed it at him. "Of course.
"I only want to tell you that my governess has promised to paint my dear squirrel's picture, as soon as it is tame, and will let me hold it in my lap, without flying away.
You remember that as he stood behind Frisky Squirrel's back with his mother's big shears, all ready to cut off Frisky's tail, he had told Frisky that "it would all be over in a jiffy"? Well, it was. But things didn't happen just as Jimmy Rabbit had expected.
"What do you mean by barking a squirrel?" asked Herbert, who had never seen anything of the kind before. "It is easy enough; all you have to do is to cut the bark right under the squirrel's body, so that the pieces fly upward with such force as to knock the life from him." "That's the way I'm going to kill them after this."
But you were fine your imitation wasn't a bit too close. You can think about your own individuality this afternoon when you're watching him." Late that day in the projection room Baird and the Montague girl watched the "rush" of that morning's episode. "The squirrel's done it," whispered the girl after the opening scene. It seemed to her that Merton Gill on the screen might overhear her comment.
"Then he liked the mouse best?" "What sort of coat was it? An overcoat or just an ordinary one that smelt? Was that the only pocket in it?" "It was made of the best leaves from the squirrel's tree, and from the rabbit's last year's fur, and the mouse had fastened the edges together neatly with the sharpest of its own discarded whiskers.
The flying squirrel's sailing down from a tree top to another tree, fifty feet away, is but an exaggeration, due to the membrane connecting the fore and hind legs, of what all squirrels practice continually. I have seen a red squirrel land lightly after jumping from an enormous height, and run away as if nothing unusual had happened.
All the Merry Little Breezes joined in the search, and soon every one who lived in the Green Meadows or in the wood knew that some one had stolen all of Happy Jack Squirrel's store of nuts from the hollow in the old chestnut tree. And because every one liked Happy Jack, every one felt very sorry indeed for him.
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