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The Squirrel. 31
thought you worked so hard with the intention
of soon having your wedding day.”
“A poor thing like me can’t afford to marry.”
“Oh, my dear friend, if you get a good wife
she will relieve you of half the burden of life,
and make everything happy around you. I know
a little lady-squirrel, pretty and domesticated, and
if you like, Pll fly away and pop the question for
you.”
“Are you mad?” cried the squirrel, and looked
aghast. “A wife! and my snuggery all crowded
with hungry youngsters. That would, indeed, be
the greatest misfortune that could befall me.”
“Don’t say that, for what is life without love,”
twittered the little robin, and gave a trill of pure
delight at the mere thought of his mate, whom he
soon hoped to meet. But at this moment the
squirrel ran away, to continue his restless labour
of adding to his stores.
The season arrived when the nuts and acorns were
ripe. The squirrel gathered from early dawn till
late at night, as long as he was able to see the
nuts. He grudged himself a minute’s rest, and all
the day kept on running with whole clusters of nuts,
and dropping them down into his big store-room in
the oak. Often he would not eat anything from
morning till evening, and when night came, and he
was sitting on his heaped-up treasure of nuts, he even
grudged himself a good meal, and would instead go
out to pick up some seeds, and any other eatables
he could find in the dark. When he returned to
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