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# Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers ### By Cory, David
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LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS
LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS
(Trademark Registered)
BY DAVID CORY
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LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES LE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR
[Illustration: Professor Crow Took Hold of Featherhead's Ear. _Frontispiece_--(_Page_ 14)]
LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS (Trademark Registered)
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LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS
BY DAVID CORY
Author of LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR
ILLUSTRATED BY H. S. BARBOUR
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP
CONTENTS
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THE GAME OF MARBLES 9
A LITTLE PIECE OF LOOKING GLASS 13
THE FLEET 16
MORE NUTS 20
OLD SQUIRREL NUTCRACKER 23
HOME HUNTING 26
AN OLD CROW'S NEST 30
PARSON OWL EXPLAINS 34
THE LITTLE GOLD RING 38
WEDDING BELLS 42
"NUTS AND RAISINS" 46
BAD NEWS 49
POOR JIMMY MINK 53
PROFESSOR JIM CROW'S LESSON 57
TO THE POST OFFICE 61
MORE STAMPS 65
BUSY TIMES 69
AN ACCIDENT 73
TWO PIGEONS 77
MISS PUSSY 81
A BUSY BEAVER 85
DON'T WORRY 89
THE LITTLE FROSTY PAINTER 93
GRANDPA POSSUM 97
COUSIN CHATTERBOX 101
JIMMY JAY 105
THE TIP OF A TAIL 109
OLD BARNEY OWL 113
"HELP! HELP!" 117
PUMPKIN PLACE, P. O. 121
AN ICE CREAM PINE CONE 125
LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS
THE GAME OF MARBLES
Never stop upon your way, Just to fool around and play. Learn to quickly go to school; Never, never break this rule.
But, oh dear me. One morning when Little Jack Rabbit met the Squirrel Brothers, Featherhead, the naughty gray squirrel, asked him to stop and play a game of marbles.
"Where are your marbles?" asked the little rabbit.
"Here they are," answered Featherhead, taking some red and yellow oak apples out of his pocket. "They make dandy marbles."
Little Jack Rabbit dropped his school books, and quickly dug a hole in the ground. Then they all took turns rolling the marbles to see who would have the first shot.
The little bunny's was the first to drop into the hole, although Twinkle Tail's was very close and Featherhead's not far away.
It was then easy for Little Jack Rabbit to hit the two marbles. Why, he couldn't miss them, they were so close. I guess they would have been playing until now if all of a sudden, just like that, Bobbie Redvest hadn't called out:
"Ding-a-ling! ding-a-ling! the school bell is ringing."
"Gracious me!" cried little bunny, and off he went, clipperty clip, lipperty lip. Featherhead and Twinkle Tail picked up their books and followed.
It certainly was lucky that the little robin had shouted, "Ding-a-ling! ding-a-ling!" for hardly had they reached the top of the hill when the school bell commenced: "Ding, dong! ding, dong! ding, dong!"
"Hurry up!" cried Little Jack Rabbit, "or we'll be late," and he hopped along faster than ever.
Professor Crow was standing in the doorway waiting for the last scholar to arrive.
All out of breath and scared to death, Came little Jackie Bunny. And Twinkle Tail began to quail, And Featherhead felt funny. They thought the teacher standing there Gave them a cold and angry stare. Perhaps he did, but soon he went And o'er his platform table bent, While Featherhead and Twinkle Tail Slipped in their seats with faces pale. Then up stood stern Professor Crow And said some scholars are so slow That if they'd stop upon the way They'd never get to school all day.
Then he sat down and called the school to order. But, oh dear me! None of the little marble players knew his lesson. And instead of being allowed to go when school was over, they were kept in and made to study until late in the afternoon.
A LITTLE PIECE OF LOOKING GLASS
If you a naughty act will do, You may at first escape; But soon or later you'll get caught-- So don't get in a scrape.
Featherhead was the worst pupil in the Shady Forest School and made lots of trouble for Professor Crow.
One day he held a small piece of looking glass in the sunlight. The flash almost blinded the poor old crow's eyes, and at first he couldn't tell who had done it. But naughtiness will always out, and the next time Featherhead was caught.
Yes, sir! The next time he tried it on Professor Crow, that old gentleman bird jumped down from the platform and took hold of that naughty squirrel's ear. And not so very gently, either.
Featherhead squirmed and tried to get away, but the good professor held on tight, and pretty soon the little squirrel grew very quiet indeed. He grew as quiet as a little lamb; that's what he did.
"Young man!" said Professor Crow in a hard, stern voice, "your father, Squirrel Nutcracker, is a dear old friend of mine. If it weren't for that I'd give you a flogging."
Goodness me! When Featherhead heard that he trembled all over, and his beautiful bushy tail lost its curl and dragged on the floor like a piece of string!
"You're a bad lot," went on the old professor bird. "You never know your lessons, and if you don't mend your ways I'll expel you from the school!"
Gracious me! Think of having that said to you! Goosey Lucy's little son, Goosey Gander, almost fell off the dunce stool, and Little Jack Rabbit was so frightened that his little pink nose trembled for an hour.
Nobody played games during recess that day, but hung around in little groups talking it over. And you may be sure they kept away from Featherhead, who stood all alone by the flag pole wishing he hadn't been such a bad squirrel.
THE FLEET
Something had happened in the Shady Forest since Busy Beaver had built his dam. You see, as it held back the Bubbling Brook, the water grew deeper and deeper, and by and by it began to spread all around, until after a while, there was a pond.
This didn't trouble the Little People of the Shady Forest. No, indeed. They liked to have a pond in the forest. But they didn't like to have the Big Chestnut Tree right in the middle of it. No, sir. The water had spread all around the biggest and finest nut tree in the whole forest, and, of course, now no one could gather the nuts.
"What are we going to do?" asked Chippy Chipmunk.
"Make a boat and sail over," answered Featherhead, the gray squirrel. This wasn't a bad idea, but who was going to make the boat? Nobody in the Shady Forest knew how to build one.
Professor Crow suggested that the birds carry the nuts for the four-footed people, but they answered that they had all they could do to feed themselves and couldn't spare the time. And Grandmother Magpie said she wouldn't carry nuts for anybody, even if she had all the time that was wasted every day by some people right there in the Shady Forest.
Just then along came Old Squirrel Nutcracker.
"Why not make rafts out of twigs? You don't need a boat builder for that, you know."
This seemed a splendid idea, and at once all the squirrels set to work, and in a short time quite a fleet was ready to be launched. There wasn't room for more than one squirrel on a raft, so some of the squirrels had to stay ashore.
Featherhead was the first to shove off. He had a little sack and a large oar, and spread out his tail for a sail.
Billy Breeze was very kind and blew the rafts over to the island on which the Big Chestnut Tree stood. Then all the squirrels went ashore and commenced to fill their sacks with nuts, when, all of a sudden, Old Barney Owl looked out of his nest and said:
"This is my tree and these nuts belong to me. If you wish any, you must pay a penny!"
"If we bring you something to-morrow, will that do?" asked Twinkle Tail.
"Yes," answered the old owl.
So the squirrels filled their sacks and sailed home.
But soon the news from Squirrelville Spread o'er the meadow to the hill, And up the Shady Forest Trail, And through the quiet verdant vale.
It's strange how Rumor quickly goes; It runs on very nimble toes, And everybody hears the news Before it has worn out its shoes.
MORE NUTS
It wasn't very long before all the Little People in the Shady Forest had heard how the squirrels had sailed over to the island after nuts. So when Featherhead and the other squirrels set out the next day there was quite a crowd on shore to watch them.
Featherhead had a nice new-laid egg from Henny Penny for Old Barney Owl, and Twinkle Tail a little fish from the Bubbling Brook.
When they reached the island, the two little squirrels ran up the Big Chestnut Tree and rapped on Old Barney Owl's front door. They had to rap three or four times before he opened it. He was cross and sleepy, and at first didn't remember them at all. In fact, his eyes were so blinky that I don't believe he even saw them.
"We have brought you an egg for the nuts we took yesterday," said Featherhead.
"And here is a little fish for what we'll take to-day," added Twinkle Tail.
Old Barney Owl opened one eye and, taking the egg and the little fish, closed the door without even thanking them.
"He didn't say we could have any nuts to-day," said Twinkle Tail. "He took the little fish, so I guess it's all right."
"Guess it's all right!" cried Featherhead. "Of course, it's all right. What do we care, anyway? he can't see in the light. What right has Old Barney to say all these nuts belong to him?"
It didn't take the squirrels long after the sacks were filled to carry them down to the shore and load them on the rafts. But, oh dear me. Billy Breeze wasn't very kind this time. No matter how they held up their tails for sails, as soon as they had pushed off, he blew them right back on the land.
"We'll have to paddle around to the other side," said Featherhead. "Then perhaps Billy Breeze will push us home."
After a good deal of trouble, for it was no easy matter to paddle the rafts around the island, they set off once again. And this time Billy Breeze did his best, and landed them safely on the mainland.
"I couldn't help you on the other side," he explained. "You see, I can blow only one way to-day."
"That's all right," answered the Squirrel Brothers. "We have the nuts!" and away they scampered.
OLD SQUIRREL NUTCRACKER
Twinkle Tail and Featherhead were old enough to find homes for themselves, so Old Squirrel Nutcracker thought. And when that old squirrel had thought out a thing seriously he was pretty likely to put it into words.
"I feel sorry for the boys," said Mrs. Nutcracker, wiping her eyes with her calico apron, as she stood beneath the Big Chestnut Tree talking to Mrs. Rabbit. "They've had such a comfortable home, if I do say it myself. But last night Squirrel Nutcracker said after dinner:
"'Boys, it's time for you to get out and hustle for yourselves. It will make men-squirrels out of you. If you get into trouble, always remember your father will help you. And don't forget your mother.'"
Poor Mrs. Nutcracker threw her apron over her head and burst into tears. "Don't cry," said the kind bunny lady, and very soon she said good-by and hopped home to the Old Bramble Patch to tell her little rabbit the news.
When Mrs. Nutcracker reached home she found her little squirrel boys packing up their things. Twinkle Tail had his nearly finished, but Featherhead was only half through. So Mrs. Nutcracker helped him, and when it was all done, she sat down and cried again. Poor Mrs. Nutcracker felt so badly she just couldn't help it.
Just then Old Squirrel Nutcracker came up the stairs, so she dried her eyes and the two little squirrels picked up their trunks and started down the tree.
When they reached the first landing, a great big limb that spread out to one side, there stood Squirrel Nutcracker. His voice was a little husky as he said:
"I want to be proud of you, Twinkle Tail and Featherhead. See that you find nice homes and that you don't do anything to make me ashamed of you." Then he hugged them good-by and went upstairs to Mrs. Nutcracker.
HOME HUNTING
It was a week or so after the Squirrel Brothers had left Nutcracker Lodge to find homes for themselves that Little Jack Rabbit came across Twinkle Tail.
It's not an easy thing to find a new home, especially when all the nice warm hollow trees were already crowded with little people. Twinkle Tail discovered this when he started in house-hunting.
"Why don't you take Grandmother Magpie's nest?" asked the little rabbit. "She hasn't used it for some time and nobody seems to want it." This was very true; perhaps it was because nobody liked Grandmother Magpie.
But after Twinkle Tail had taken it over you never would have known it. You see, he altered it and arranged it and patched it up to suit himself.
While he was putting on the finishing touches, who should come along but the old lady magpie herself.
"Do you mind my doing this to your old place?" he asked, looking up from his work.
"Not at all," replied Grandmother Magpie, "I'm done with it. You're quite welcome to it, my dear."
This was the first time she had ever done a nice thing for anybody in the Shady Forest. But, you see, she liked Twinkle Tail. He was the only person she did like. I guess the reason was that she had never forgotten he had once been very polite to her.
"Thank you," said Twinkle Tail, smiling sweetly, and then he set to work harder than ever.
After that the old lady magpie flew away, thinking how strange it was that a house which one has grown tired of often suits another person very well.
By and by Twinkle Tail had another caller. It was Bobbie Redvest.
"How do you like the way I'm fixing up my house?" asked the little squirrel.
"I think you've made one mistake," replied Bobbie Redvest.
"What is it?" asked Twinkle Tail anxiously.
"The great thing, you know, is to hide your house as much as possible."
The little squirrel dropped the piece of green moss he was about to use, and waited.
"You should make it look like the place it's in," went on the little robin. "You have chosen a browny place, so you must use brown moss on the outside."
"That sounds like good advice," said Twinkle Tail. "I'll do as you say."
Here a leaf and there a twig, Piece of twine to bind them-- Then some moss to spread across, Till it's hard to find them.
Soon the tiny Treetop House Will be built and ready; Dry beneath the pelting rain, Against the wind quite steady.
AN OLD CROW'S NEST
Now Featherhead had a much harder time finding a home than Brother Twinkle Tail. He traveled from the oaks to the beech trees, jumping from branch to branch, peeping first into this place and then into that, but every hole and hollow had a tenant.
By and by he ran down to the ground and along the winding paths through the leaves and brush, but even then he could find nothing. No, sir. There didn't seem to be a single place in the whole big forest for this little squirrel.
"Goodness me!" he exclaimed, "what shall I do? I don't want to go back to Nutcracker Lodge and tell them I can't look out for myself. I'd feel like a baby." So he sat down to think it over.
All of a sudden who should come by but Jimmy Crow.
"What's the matter? You look dreadfully worried."
"And so I am," replied the little squirrel. "And so would you be if you couldn't find a home for yourself."
Jimmy Crow turned his head first to one side and then to the other, and winked his bright little eye. Then he winked the other several times. After that he wagged his feathered tail and opened both eyes.
"I know just the place for you."
"You don't mean it," cried Featherhead.
"I certainly do," replied Jimmy Crow, "if you'll follow me I'll take you there in a jiffy." And Jimmie Crow knew what he was about, for he quickly led the little squirrel to a tall oak tree whose acorns lay in heaps all over the ground. Way up high on a branch was an old crow's nest.
"There's the place for you," cried Jimmy Crow. "You can fix it up in no time."
Featherhead thanked him and ran up the tree to look it over. It didn't take him long to make up his mind what to do. Pressing the sticks more closely together, he covered them overhead and all around with leafy twigs, until it looked like a great big ball of leaves. In one side he made a little round hole for a doorway, and as the roof was nicely rounded, and this was the only opening, the rain couldn't get inside.
"With a good supply of nuts," he laughed, "I won't have to go down to the ground for my meals, and can sleep for days at a time when it's cold and stormy!"
My little house up in the tree Is just the very thing for me. It holds my food and keeps the rain From off my comfy counterpane.
But sometimes it seems lonely quite When fall the shadows of the night, And I have no one but myself To climb up to the pantry shelf.
PARSON OWL EXPLAINS
One day as Twinkle Tail was taking a walk through the treetops, he met a young lady squirrel. She was anxiously looking here and there as if in search of something.
"Are you looking for anybody?" asked Twinkle Tail, lifting his little fur cap and bowing politely.
"Not exactly," she replied, "I'm looking for a furnished apartment. Do you know of one?"
Twinkle Tail didn't answer at once. He wanted to say something, but as he was a bashful little squirrel, it took him some time to make up his mind. Miss Squirrel, however, was not the least impatient, but curled her beautiful bushy tail up over her back and looked her prettiest.
At last he said: "Why don't you share my house? It's a very nice sort of a place since I fixed it up. It once belonged to Grandmother Magpie, you know."
After little Miss Squirrel had looked it over, she seemed greatly pleased, especially with the kitchenette, in which were stored lots of beech nuts, hazels and fir-cones. And I think she was even more pleased with Twinkle Tail, for she agreed to get married to him at once. So off he started for Parson Owl and a little gold ring, while she went into the kitchenette to get the wedding supper.
On his way he met little Jack Rabbit.
"I'm going to get married to-day! Come to my house this afternoon at five," shouted Twinkle Tail.
"All right," answered the little rabbit. "I'll run home to tell mother."
Pretty soon Twinkle Tail met Squirrel Nutcracker.
"I knew there was going to be a wedding," he exclaimed, when he heard the news. "I saw three magpies this very morning, and that's a sure sign." Then he patted the little squirrel's head and promised that he and Mrs. Nutcracker would surely come.
By the time Twinkle Tail reached the parsonage at the top of the old oak tree it was quite late. "Have you got the wedding ring?" asked Parson Owl as the little squirrel turned to go.
"Goodness gracious meebus!" exclaimed Twinkle Tail, "I've forgotten all about it."
Parson Owl yawned, for it's only in the night-time that owls are wide awake, you know, and replied:
"Can't marry you without a ring. No, indeed. Who ever heard of a wedding without a ring?"
(Parson Owl was wide awake enough to know that! Goodness me! I hope the little squirrel will find a jewelry store somewhere in the Shady Forest.)
THE LITTLE GOLD RING
Twinkle Tail felt dreadfully worried as he left the parsonage. Where was he to get the ring? Without it, Parson Owl had said there could be no wedding. Little Miss Squirrel was waiting for him at the house, and all the guests would be there at five o'clock. Parson Owl had agreed to be on time although it was a trifle too bright at that hour for his blinky old eyes. There was only one thing missing--the little gold wedding ring.
"There's only one person who can help me," cried Twinkle Tail, and off he ran to the Old Bramble Patch. In answer to his impatient knock, Little Jack Rabbit opened the door. Then they both sat down on the stone step while the little squirrel told his troubles one by one.
"Parson Owl says there can't be a wedding without a ring," sighed Twinkle Tail, finishing his story. "But where to get the ring, I don't know."
"I do," answered the little rabbit, jumping up quickly. "Come with me," and up the Old Cow Patch, over the Sunny Meadow, he hopped with Twinkle Tail close to his heels.
By and by they came to the Old Farm Yard. There stood Ducky Waddles by the old creaking gate. He had just come in from a swim in the Old Duck Pond and was combing his feathers with his big yellow bill.
"Good afternoon," said the little bunny. "I've come to ask a favor."
"What is it?" asked Ducky Waddles.
"You explain matters first, Twinkle Tail, and then I'll talk to Ducky Waddles," said Little Jack Rabbit.
It didn't take Twinkle Tail long to tell his troubles--how little Miss Squirrel had agreed to marry him that afternoon; how all the little people of the Shady Forest were coming to the wedding at five; how Parson Owl had agreed to marry them; how everything was ready except the little gold wedding ring.
"Who told you I had a little gold ring?" asked Ducky Waddles.
"Nobody," answered the little squirrel, "but I suppose it's all right."
"Yes, it's all right," laughed Ducky Waddles with a funny quack, "and now, Mr. Jack Rabbit, what's the favor you wish me to do?"
"Won't you give Twinkle Tail the little gold ring you found in the Bubbling Brook last Sunday?"
Ducky Waddles took a little gold ring out of his feather waistcoat pocket and handed it to Twinkle Tail.
(Pretty soon we'll hear the wedding bells tinkling in the forest dells.)
WEDDING BELLS
Twinkle Tail was delighted to get the little gold ring.
"You must come to the wedding," he said to Ducky Waddles. "It's to be at five o'clock at my house. Please tell Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle that they're invited, and ask Goosey Lucy and Turkey Tim to come, too. I'm in such a hurry I can't wait to see them."