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By the time Tim had sawed the branch through, 

 it was beginning to rain and tlie boys had to go into 

 the house. All that afternoon the rain fell, but Avhen, 

 toward evening the weather cleared, Billy and Joe 

 took off their shoes and stockings and ran out of 

 doors. How wet and cool the grass was ! 



Joe was stand- 

 ing under the 

 poplar tree when 

 he felt something 

 soft crawling over 

 his bare foot. He 

 looked down and 

 there was a little 

 baby flying squir- 

 rel. There must 

 have been a nest 

 up in the tree, and 

 this little squirrel had probably fallen out of it. 



The boy stooped and picked it up. It was too 

 small and chilled to try to get away. He covered 

 it up in his hands with a cry of delight and ran 

 toward the house. 



"What have you got? What have you got?" 

 cried Billy running after him. 



Joe and the Flying Squirrel 



