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THE PINE WOODS FOLKS 



SQUEAKY CHIPMUNK LEARNS SOMETHING ABOUT 



PINE SEEDS 



QUEAKY Chipmunk was darting nervously around under 

 the blueberry bushes near his hole beneath the old rotten 

 log. He was in a great hurry because he had heard a 

 strange sound and he always made it his business to find 

 out all about every sound that he heard. His scanty little 

 tail stood straight up as he bobbed from stump to stone 

 and from stone to fallen tree. 



"That's very strange," he said, stopping a moment on 

 his old familiar log to catch his breadth, "I heard a distinct bump, and it was 

 not so very far from here either." 



With that he scurried off to have a peak behind an old pine knot that he,; 

 might have overlooked. He had just jumped to the top of the old pine knot 

 when there was a tremendous thump behind him that sent him scurrying into, 

 the brush in a panic. But he was back again almost instantly. No matter 

 how badly he is scared his curiosity is so great that he is just obliged to come 

 right back to see what it was that scared him. No sooner had he scampered 

 back to the old pine knot than his bright little eyes discovered the shiny 

 new pine cone lying less than two feet away. 



Now Squeaky has a terrible temper and nothing makes him quite so angry 

 as to have been badly scared when there was no real cause for it. His fur 

 bristled up, he pounded the old knot with his tiny hind feet, and squeaked his 

 very maddest. His little tail quivered and jerked with every squeak, and 

 the more he squeaked the angrier he seemed to get. At first he squeaked, at 

 the pine cone, but he soon stopped that and turned his attention to the top of 

 the big Norway tree for he knew perfectly well why that cone had fallen. 



Sure enough a red form glided out on the end of a limb high up on the 

 great Norway, hung down head 



first over a big XIjS5*^V^/X'Tji/>'~\ "^^ bunch of need- 



les, at the end yi<^}^U^^^f^J-^-j^)^ olj vij^\A'^ °^ ^ branch, and 

 down came an (AY^T^/T^tt^ other pine cone. 



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ducked in spite ^"^ of himself, but 



he immediately recovered with an angry little chatter and squeaked louder 

 than ever. Indeed he squeaked so loud that he was almost afraid of himself. 

 A scolding chatter came in answer from the top of the pine tree, a chatter 

 s;o harsh that it was almost a bark. "Don't you touch those cones," Chatter 

 Box, the red squirrel, called down angrily. "Don't you dare touch them. 

 I cut them down and they are mine." 



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