THE ACORN, THE ROOT AND THE SEEDRING OAK 17 
A brave fight, little acorn! We want you to win it,— 
what shall we do to help you? 
“Plant me in the Spring,” you cry, “when the squirrels 
and mice have plenty of other food and won’t scratch for 
me and dig me up! Plant me in the Spring, and give 
me plenty of room; don’t crowd me in between other 
trees or other acorns. Give me plenty of sunlight, and 
for three or four years, while I am still a frail seedling 
oak, care for me a little. 
Then I’ll show what I can do!” 
