n his mind. By and by Ah noticed that a branch from that
holler tree rubbed against a branch of another tree, and a branch of
that tree rubbed against a branch of another tree, and if Ah made a
right smart jump from that Ah could get into this tree, which had a
holler just made fo' me. Ah didn't waste no mo' time studying. No,
Sah, Ah just moved right away, and here Ah am."

"And you didn't leave any tracks, and you didn't have any wings," said
Tommy Tit the Chickadee.

"No," said Unc' Billy, "but Ah done find that yo' can most always find
a way out, if yo' look hard enough. Just now, Ah am looking right
smart hard fo' a way to get home, but Ah reckon mah eyesight am
failing; Ah don' see any yet."

"Dee, dee, dee!" laughed Tommy Tit merrily. "Be patient, Unc' Billy,
and perhaps you will."

XXIII

HAPPY JACK SQUIRREL MAKES AN UNEXPECTED CALL

Happy Jack Squirrel likes the snow. He always has liked the snow. It
makes him feel frisky. He likes to run and jump in it and dig little
holes in it after nuts, which he hid under the leaves before the snow
fell. When his feet get cold, all he has to do is to scamper up a tree
and warm them in his own fur coat. So the big snowstorm which made so
much trouble for Unc' Billy Possum just suited Happy Jack Squirrel,
and he had a whole lot of fun making his funny little tracks all
through that part of the Green Forest in which he lives.

Happy Jack didn't know anything about Unc' Billy Possum's troubles. He
supposed that Unc' Billy was safe at home in his own big hollow tree,
fast asleep, as he had been most of the winter. Happy Jack couldn't
understand how anybody could want to sleep such fine weather, but that
was their own business, and Happy Jack had learned a long time ago not
to worry about other people's business.

After frisking about he would stop to rest. Then he would sit up very
straight and fold his hands across his breast, where they would get
nice and warm in the fur of his coat. His beautiful, great gray tail
would be arched up over his back. His bright eyes would snap and
twinkle, and then he would shout just for joy, and every time he
shouted he jerked his big tail. Farmer Brown's boy called it barking,
but it was Happy Jack's way of shouting.

"I love to romp! I love to play!
I'm happy, happy, all the day!
I love the snow, so soft and white!
I love the sun that shines so bright!
I love the whole world, for, you see,
The wor