haunches and clutching the morsel in 

 both forepaws like any well-bred baby 

 woodchuck. And then those delicious 

 sugar cookies that Mrs. Spiker had just 

 baked ! How could he make his igno- 

 rant brother chuckies appreciate those 

 cookies ! Poor little Johnny is a marked 

 woodchuck. He has seen the world." 



When Nimrod went hunting skunks, 

 the group at the office gave us up. 

 " Locoed, plumb locoed," was the ver- 

 dict. 



Have you ever been on a skunk 

 hunt 4 ? But perhaps you have no preju- 

 dices. I had. My code of action for a 

 skunk was, if you see a black and white 

 animal, don't stop to admire its beau- 

 tiful bushy tail, but give a good imita- 

 tion of a young woman running for her 

 life. 



