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
Sable was the best of mothers, and took the greatest care of her young
family, keeping them beautifully neat and clean. Before long they grew
big enough to be taken out of the nest, and then began a very busy time
for their mother and myself. Jumping and climbing lessons were the order
of the day. Remembering how well my mother had instructed me, I took the
greatest pains to show them how to spring from one branch to another, how
to swing by one hand or foot, to fall without hurting themselves, and how
to hide instantly when any danger approached. Sometimes we took them down
on to the turf below, which was always kept close cropped by the rabbits,
and the children enjoyed nothing better than rolling about there,
tumbling head over heels, and indulging in all kinds of wild antics.
It amused me to see how inquisitive they all were. Curiosity is, of
course, the besetting sin of the whole of our tribe, and many a one of us
has it brought to grief. Anything the least bit out of the way had to be
examined at once, and no amount of reproof ever seemed to restrain them.
Curiosity very nearly cost Walnut—for so I called the little dark chap,
who was my special favourite—his life.
One morning I had been over to the other end of the coppice, to a
horse-chestnut tree which I knew of. Young horse-chestnut buds, I may
remark, make as good a breakfast as almost anything I know of. When I
came back I found Sable running about on the ground in a most distracted
fashion. So soon as she caught sight of me she came flying to tell me
that Walnut was missing. She was so excited that I had some difficulty
at first in making out the facts of the case. It appeared that she had
had the whole family out for a game on the grassy sward which bordered
the wood path when, all of a sudden, she became conscious that only three
of them were in sight. Walnut had completely disappeared. The others
explained that they had been playing hide and seek, and that Walnut had
been hiding. They had looked everywhere for him, but could neither find
nor hear him.
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