gathered up their newspaper nest and carried it 

 — diagonally— across the shed from the shaded 

 northwest to the sunny southeast corner, where 

 they rebuilt and slept snug throughout the 

 winter. 



Calico did not teach them this ; neither would 

 their own squirrel mother have taught them. 

 They knew how, to begin with. They knew 

 where after one night of experience, which in 

 this case had to be a night of shivers. 



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