HAPPY JACK SQUIRREL 



ri^HERE! I'm going to call it a day," said 

 Happy Jack, the big red fox squirrel, one 

 evening in October. He was climbing the ehn tree 

 for the hundredth time that day to put another 

 walnut into his storeroom, increasing the supply 

 of nuts and acorns for his use during the coming win- 

 ter. He had been a very busy squirrel the past few 

 days. The early frosts had ripened the acorns on the 

 big oak tree and the walnuts in the grove in Farmer 

 Good's big front lawn, while across the road the 

 hickory tree had been yielding up its harvest, as 

 the autumn winds, shaking the branches, had loos- 

 ened the ripened nuts in their shells and sent them 

 rattling to the ground below. 



Happy Jack had been gathering these nuts and 

 acorns for several days. The acorns he stored in a 

 part of the hollow of the big elm that was best 

 adapted for the purpose, while most of the walnuts 

 were buried in the ground near the base of the tree. 

 The hickory nuts were too good for any squirrel to 

 resist eating them on the spot, therefore he ate all 



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