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The Tale of Frisky Squirrel, a short story by Arthur Scott Bailey |
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XXI - That Disagreeable Freddie Weasel |
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XXI - That Disagreeable Freddie Weasel Almost everybody liked Frisky Squirrel, he was such a happy little Freddie Weasel was one of the few with whom Frisky Squirrel never Now, Frisky had often heard it said among his neighbors that no one That seemed very strange to Frisky. He could hardly believe it. And he So one evening, just after sundown, when Frisky met Freddie Weasel in "Hello, Freddie!" he said, as he came face to face with the sly, slim "Hello, yourself!" said Freddie Weasel in a disagreeable tone. "Where you going?" Frisky inquired pleasantly enough. "Never you mind," Freddie Weasel answered. "And you'd better keep out Frisky Squirrel didn't know what to say. Very few people--except Jasper That seemed to make Freddie angrier than ever. He darted toward Frisky "You'd better go home and take a nap," Frisky told him. "You're Freddie looked up at Frisky as if he would just like to get hold of "I never sleep," he said. "I'm always awake. And some night when Frisky Squirrel ran down the tree and dashed after Freddie. He didn't Mrs. Squirrel was worried because Frisky didn't come home. Of course Frisky had the busiest sort of time following Freddie. It grew so dark Freddie Weasel caught several sleeping birds. And Frisky could not Finally it grew so dark that Frisky had just about decided that he Was Freddie Weasel at last going to bed and to sleep? |
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