Children -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Fantasy fiction
After a great many unsuccessful attempts, Squeedinks at last succeeded
in climbing part way up a big oak tree. He couldn’t get quite as far
up as the little round holes where he saw his furry friends darting in
and out, but he was delighted to find one hole, low down on the trunk,
which was just big enough for him to squeeze into. You see, he was just
a small little boy. Every day, after that, Squeedinks climbed up to his
lookout, which he christened the “Crow’s Nest,” and sat there with just
his head peeping out, watching the antics of the squirrels.
The squirrels would dash past Squeedinks, chattering as if they were
trying to tell him something, and then scamper off home with a great
clatter and racket, looking down at the little boy with their big,
bright eyes. Squeedinks always brought something for the squirrels to
eat, and it wasn’t long before they grew quite friendly. He invented
names for the ones he knew best, and tried hard to teach them to answer
when he called.
[Illustration: _I Never Did Think This Tree Was Big Enough_]
One day Squeedinks heard his aunt talking to the Doctor about him. She
was worried because he was so small, and the Doctor said that he ought
to take Cod Liver Oil to make him grow. So that afternoon his aunt
sent him down to the village to buy a bottle. On the way back from the
village he came through the forest, and decided he would climb up
into the Crow’s Nest for a while. He placed the bottle of Cod Liver Oil
carefully on the ground, and was soon tucked ’way up among the leaves
in his favorite lookout. As he sat there, Squeedinks thought about the
Cod Liver Oil, and began to wonder if it would make other things grow
as well as little boys. He leaned out of the hole to see if the bottle
was safe, and what do you think he saw? A funny little brown man, not
much taller than Squeedinks’ fox-terrier, Snarlyrow, was looking at the
bottle! Squeedinks heard him say to himself, “H’m! Cod Liver Oil, eh?
Well, I never did think this tree was quite big enough for its age!”
And with that, he uncorked the bottle, poured its contents on the roots
of the tree, and disappeared into the depths of the forest whistling a
funny tune.
Squeedinks was thinking that that was a very strange thing to do, when
he began to feel rather queer. He felt as if he were going up in an
elevator, and the hole he was wedged into grew larger and larger until
it was as big as a little room. He poked out his head and looked down,
and found that he could see nothing but the green tops of the other
trees, far, far below him. What _could_ be happening? He knew! His tree
was starting to grow--the Cod Liver Oil had begun to work! The tree
grew so fast that in a few minutes he could scarcely see the forest, or
the roof of his home nearby. The leaves of his tree grew as big as bed
quilts, and all the squirrel holes were large enough for a small boy to
live in.
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