He hurried down to meet Chatterer the red squirrel and to prevent him climbing the tree.
"You are lucky to be alive," declared Chatterer the red squirrel.
But my appearance seems to awaken other feelings in the red squirrel.
One red squirrel a day, chopped fine with an axe, was his ration.
Near the brook a red squirrel had tapped a maple tree with his teeth and was tasting the sweet sap as it came up scantily.
To his mind the red squirrel was apt to serve in place of a vidette.
I saw the same experiment tried with a red squirrel with quite opposite results.
In the distance a red squirrel chattered happily and noisily.
And over in the hole in the old stone wall Chatterer the red squirrel was laughing as if there was some great joke.
Let me return to the red squirrel, because he returns to me hourly.