The Story of a Graysquirrel 



seen his own people. The memory of his 

 mother had faded out. So far as he 

 knew, he was only a bushy-tailed Cat. 

 But inside was an inheritance of instincts, 

 as well as of blood and bone, that would 

 surely take control and send him herding, 

 if they happened near, with those and 

 those alone of the blowsy silver tails. 



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