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They looked around quickly, but could see nothing to be frightened at only a man carrying a heavy black stick against his shoulder. He kept stealing up nearer, and Hazel and Bushy-Tail kept very still watching him. "I think he has some peanuts for us," said Hazel Squirrel. "What do we want of peanuts now, come on," said Bushy-Tail, and they ran around the trunk of the tree.
He just twinkled his pink nose behind the squirrel boy's back, and then the bunny uncle said: "How would you like to come for a walk in the woods with me, Billie?" "Oh, that will be nice!" exclaimed the squirrel lady. "Do go, Billie." "No, I don't want to!" chattered the boy squirrel, most impolitely. "Oh, that isn't at all nice," said Mrs. Bushy-tail.
Do you think their mothers were glad to see them once more? Well, was your mother glad to see you that day she thought you were lost, when you really were not? And if you still want to know if Bushy-Tail ever found the wonderful tree where all kinds of nuts grew side by side on the same branch, all I can tell you is that they never found it in the park and that they never ran away again.
All this time Bunny and Susan were coming nearer every minute. They said, "What if we should meet Bushy-Tail?" In less time than it takes to tell it, Bushy-Tail came down the bend of the road scolding and waving his beautiful tail to and fro. He howled, "Bring out Snubby Nose, bring out Tippy Toes or I will eat you up."
At that very minute they met old Grandpa Grumbles. He said, "It is getting cold I've heard it said, Bushy-Tail where are your mittens, red?" Then the most surprising thing happened! Bushy-Tail gave a howl and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him. "What does it all mean?" asked Tippy Toes.
"Come, little sleepy-eyes, it's time to get up," said Mrs. Squirrel, one morning. But little Bushy-Tail was having such a nice dream about a wonderful tree where all kinds of nuts grew side by side on the same branch that he did not answer. Only his eyelids quivered ever so little, so his mother knew he was pretending. "Come, come!" she repeated. "Little Hazel Squirrel is up and playing outside."
Birt seized the opportunity. "Rufe," he said, "ye see I can't git away from the mill, 'kase I'm 'bleeged ter stay hyar whilst the old mule grinds. But ef ye'll go over yander ter Nate Griggs's house an' tell him ter come over hyar, bein' ez I want to see him partic'lar, I'll fix ye a squir'l-trap before long ez the peartest old Bushy-tail on the mounting ain't got the gumption ter git out'n.
Then Bunny and Susan laughed, but soon Bunny Cotton-Tail coughed, and Susan sneezed, so Tippy Toes knew something must be done at once. He ran outdoors and looked up at the chimney. There was Bushy-Tail, the sly old Fox acting as a chimney-sweep. He was sweeping the chimney with his long, beautiful tail. Tippy Toes cried, "Please come down and I will show you how to dance."
"Oh, Hazel," he cried, "I've had the loveliest dream!" "You old sleepy-head," she answered, "you lay abed dreaming when you might be out playing in the fresh air." "Hazel," Bushy-Tail began, teetering up and down on the branch in his excitement, "I'm sick of peanuts, aren't you?" "No," she answered, "I love them. Mother says they make my coat thick and sleek."
They rode away, and away, and away, over houses, over tree-tops, and over a big blue lake. Then they began to sail slowly down, down, down. Bushy-Tail said, "Oh, Grandpa Grumbles, don't land us in the lake! Oh, Grandpa Grumbles, look out what you are doing!" Grandpa Grumbles then said loudly, "Speak into my better ear, I am so deaf I cannot hear."
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