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The Squirrel. | 33
The frost came, and still more intent became the
squirrel on his work of gathering in. There was
now only just enough room left for the owner to
creep in. But even shat he wanted to fill up, and
so off he went again, hieing along from branch to
branch, away and then home, away again and home
again ; and one evening, just as the snow was coming
on, the store-room was at last quite filled to the very
entrance. Yes, so crammed full, that the squirrel
himself was compelled to remain outside.
Now the moment had arrived when the wealthy
squirrel had expected to feel quite happy. He tried
also to persuade himself that he really was happy,
but somehow he did not quite succeed. Certainly,
he felt quite cosy and content at thought of the
thousands upon thousands of nuts he had hoarded
in the hollow trunk; but for all that, he trembled
and shivered, for the evening grew cold. During
the night he felt quite stiff in his limbs from the
frost, and he would like to have crept into the
hollow of the oak tree; but to get room he would
have been compelled to throw out a great number
of nuts, and that he grudged.
“Hu! hu! hu! where’s the wife that would help
me now?” the squirrel thought, shivering, for he
felt he was ill and needed assistance.
But not a living creature was to be seen, for he had
driven everybody away long ago with his greediness.
And the cold increased, and the squirrel became
more and more stiff in his limbs, till at last, when he
thought he would sacrifice a portion of his treasures
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