TINY 



port a family on the fortune he had dis- 

 covered in the woods. 



I trapped the small rat, but found the big 

 one too crafty to enter a trap. 



At first the rat did his foraging in the 

 night-time, so Tiny had no chance to make 

 his acquaintance. Later he became bold 

 enough to feed in the daytime, which, in the 

 end, brought him in contact with Tiny. I 

 was talking to some visitors from one of the 

 big summer hotels, telling them the history 

 of the rat, while he was eating from a loaf 

 of bread in the dooryard, when I heard Tiny's 

 war-cry. I told my visitors to look out for a 

 hot time. Tiny ran out on a limb about six 

 feet above the rat, and told him in vigorous 

 squirrel language that he was a thief and a 

 robber. The rat looked up, wondering what 

 the angry little animal could be, that was 

 talking in an unknown tongue, and pounding 

 the pine-limb with his hind feet. It never en- 

 tered his head to be afraid of such an insig- 

 nificant foe. Tiny ran down the tree-trunk, 

 landing on the ground not four feet from 

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