The life story of a squirrelBridges, T. C. (Thomas Charles)
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The life story of a squirrel
Bridges, T. C. (Thomas Charles)
Squirrels -- Juvenile fiction; Squirrels -- Juvenile literature
At last morning came, and it was hardly broad daylight before Jack
arrived in his nightshirt and carried me off, cage and all, to his
bedroom, where he put me on the window-ledge in the sun and offered me
nuts. At first I was much alarmed; but he was so gentle that I gradually
got over my terror, and sat up and nibbled the nuts fairly happily.
I will pass over the next few days. My new master fed me assiduously,
and very soon I lost all fear of him, and the minute I saw him would
make for the door of my comfortable little prison, and wait eagerly
for the dainties which were sure to be forthcoming. Every morning he
changed my bed and gave me fresh hay, which makes far the best bedding
for any of our tribe. During the day my cage was brought down into the
bowling-alley, where several other pets were kept, and at night Jack
took me up to his room, so that I might not be frightened by servants
dusting in the morning.
At last there came a morning when Jack’s hand, instead of offering me
the usual nut, gently grasped me. Frightened, I turned at once and bit
him sharply. I don’t suppose my small teeth did much damage, for he only
laughed, and, lifting me right out of the cage, placed me on his bed. The
white counterpane was so very different from anything which I had ever
felt under my claws before, that at first I was too much surprised to
move, and remained perfectly still. Presently, however, Jack popped a nut
down in front of me. That, at any rate, I understood, so I sat up on my
hind-quarters, cracked it, and, first carefully removing the brown skin
from the kernel, made short work of the dainty.
Hoping for more, I gained confidence and proceeded to explore. First I
caught my claws in the little projecting tufts of the counterpane, and
heard Jack laughing gently as I shook myself impatiently free, giving a
little squeak of disgust. Presently I discovered a cavity that looked
dark and inviting. You know a squirrel’s besetting sin is curiosity. He
always wants to know the ins and outs of everything. Any object which he
has not seen before fascinates him, and I am afraid to say how many of
my friends have paid for their inquisitiveness by getting into serious
trouble. So I crawled down, and finding it delightfully warm and dark,
made my way under the clothes to the very foot of the bed, where, as I
was very comfortable, I went sound asleep.
On the next morning my master turned me loose again, this time on the
floor, and after a fresh access of timidity I again found nuts. There
were more than I wanted, so, obeying a natural instinct, I ate what I
could, and hid the rest in various convenient receptacles.
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