ALONE IN A ROOM FULL OF RATS 



THE WOODCHUCK UNDER THE HOUSE 



on the soap shelf by the towel rack; the black- 

 tailed hornets defied the paper trust and built them- 

 selves a paper balloon under the apex of the eaves; 

 the woodchuck satisfied himself with a home under 

 the kitchen floor; the bumble bees occupied an 

 auger hole in a log of the areaway, and Fanny Fly- 

 ing Squirrel found a fine place on top of the frame 

 of the bedroom window. 



All seemed to think that the log cottage was 

 built especially for them, and at first resented 

 human intrusion; but after a while, even the hor- 

 nets would fly about in the most friendly manner, 

 catching the flies on the dinner table or even pick- 

 ing them from off one's nose or hands. 



None of the wild creatures can be taught the 

 sacredness of property rights; they are all born 



