290 The Great Horned Owl 
because it was unfamiliar to his ears, but because, 
when he was younger, he had been told if he was 
THE GREAT HORNED OWL 
not a good boy the great owl from the swamp would 
carry him off some night. 
Why did the rabbit pause in his dainty meal, squat- 
ting in his tracks, until his form more nearly re- 
sembled a footprint in the snow than a living mam- 
mal? Did he too know this call from any experience 
of his own? The chattering red squirrel dropped 
