"Oh, mama, what was the white thing that nipped me?" "It was a goose. You should always keep away from them." "Oh, mama, this is a big world, and there are lots of funny things in it." [Illustration: THE LITTLE PINK PIG RUNS HOME TO HIS MOTHER.] "Yes," said mama. "That is why it is best for little pigs not to go out on the big road till they know more. You need not be afraid of anything if you know what it is. You have learned a great deal today for such a little pig, but if you are patient and wait till I teach you, you will not have such a hard time. We shall walk out every day, and I will teach you how a little pig can take care of himself all the time." Then she put the little pig in the wash-tub, for he was all covered with mud, and washed him nicely--and before long he was the little pink pig again. JUGGERJOOK BY L. FRANK BAUM Author of "Queen Zixi of Ix," "The Wizard of Oz," etc. "Oh, Mama!" cried Fuzzy Wuz, running into the burrow where her mother lay dozing, "may I go walking with Chatter Chuk?" Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy. "If you are careful," she said; "and don't go near Juggerjook's den; and watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall." "Yes, yes; of course," returned Fuzzy, eagerly. "And don't let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief," continued Mrs. Wuz, rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. "Those red squirrels are reckless things and haven't much sense." "Chatter's all right," protested Fuzzy Wuz. "He's the best friend I have in the forest. Good-by, Mother." "Is your face clean, Fuzzy?" "I've just washed it, Mother." "With both paws, right and left?" "Yes, Mother." "Then run along and be careful." "Yes, Mother." Fuzzy turned and darted from the burrow, and in the bright sunshine outside sat Chatter Chuk on his hind legs, cracking an acorn. "What'd she say, Fuz?" asked the red squirrel. "All right, I can go, Chat. But I've got to be careful." As the white rabbit hopped away through the bushes and he glided along beside her, Chatter Chuk laughed. "Your people are always careful, Fuz," said he. "That's why you see so little of the world, and lose all the fun in life." "I know," replied Fuzzy, a little ashamed. "Father is always singing this song to me: "Little Bunny, Don't get funny; Run along and mind your eye; It's the habit Of a rabbit To be diffident and shy." "We squirrels are different," said Chatter Chuk, proudly. "We are always taught this song: "Squirrel red, Go ahead! See the world, so bright and gay. For a rover May discover All that happens day by day." "Oh, if I could run up a tree, _I_ shouldn't be afraid, either," remarked Fuzzy Wuz. "Even Juggerjook couldn't frighten me then." "Kernels and shucks! Juggerjook!" cried Chatter Chuk, scornfully. "Who cares for him?" "Don't you fear him?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, curiously.