The Story of a Graysquirrel 



was hostility. A stranger is always a 

 hostile in the woods. But he flicked the 

 white flag on his tail tip, and slowly 

 climbed the tree. The youngsters in 

 alarm had hidden in the nest at mother's 

 "Chik, chik." She came cautiously for- 

 ward. His looks were familiar yet 

 strange. Here now was the time to use 

 caution. He swung up nearly to the ^s^ 



door. She stood almost at bay, ut- 

 tered a little warning " Ggrrrfffhh." He '?* 



crawled up closer. She spread her legs, ,*j 



clutched firmly on the bark above him. / f 



He wigwagged his silver tail-tip and, /&. i., 



slowly drawing nearer, reached out. *^f"&k 



Their whiskers met; she sniffed, smell- ->f I 



tested him. No question now. A little \V I 



changed, a little strange, but this was *f \ \ 



surely her mate. She wheeled and went i , \ 



into the nest. He came more slowly after, . " So 



put in his head, gave a low, soft "Er" i }) / 



There was no reply and no hostile move. Lv 7) 



