Surprises of the Prairie 



Prairie dog towns are numerous on the broad Western 

 stretches of meadowland. As they sit on their hind legs on 

 the mound about their burrow they eye the passerby with 

 quaint inquisitiveness. Fair warning is given by sharp little 

 barks, each note emphasized with funny quirks of the tail. 

 If any save a long-range inspection is attempted, the wary 

 elders and all the diminutive babies are out of sight like a 

 flash. Its inveterate foe, the weasel, must watch till one is 

 found far from a burrow to secure a juicy feast. 



