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"It is like this," Happy Jack the squirrel replied. 

 "Bob White had a friend call on him last fall who 

 told him about a wonderful part of the country, 

 where a big farm was located which had a lot of 

 wheat stubble left over it that was just loaded with 

 good things to eat — shattered wheat kernels and a 

 lot of bugs and worms, with every prospect of a plen- 

 tiful supply this spring and summer — so Bob White 

 took his family and went along with him. Couldn't 

 resist the temptation," concluded Happy Jack. 



"It's too bad that some folks can't be satisfied 

 with their own surroundings," said Sumac. "This 

 is home to us and we would feel terribly out of place 

 anywhere but on the side of this little ravine," 



"Well, that may be, but don't you ever have the 

 desire to know what the rest of the world is like and 

 to see if there aren't great improvements over our 

 own locality?" questioned Prairie Rose. "Seems to 

 me that I would like to see something of the rest 

 of this country, as I know that farther up the creek 

 is an entirely different world from what we have and 

 I don't blame Bob White one bit for wanting to get 

 away. I hope some day I shall be able to see some- 

 thing different myself, but just now there seems to 

 be little hope." 



"About the only excitement I ever experience is 



