oth, just
as Grandpa Possum poked his head out of his hollow tree house, "you
certainly look sleepy. What made you wake up?"

"What woke me?" asked the possum gentleman angrily. "Why, those good
for nothing Squirrel Brothers threw a snowball into my window." And
then Grandpa Possum shook the snow out of his left ear and looked
around to find those naughty squirrels.

All of a sudden, quicker than a wink, another snowball hit the old
hollow tree a tre-men-dous whack.

"Goodness me!" said Grandpa Possum, "if I ever catch those pesky
squirrels I'll make them wince, yes, I will, as sure as I'm twenty-one!"

And he began to grin, for Grandpa Possum is full of good nature and
never can stay angry very long.

"If you're good natured, every one
Will love you more and more,
So don't get mad, be always glad,
And lend a helping paw,"

sang Grandpa Possum, winking at Little Jack Rabbit, as Squirrel Twinkle
Tail peeked out and said:

"Excuse me, Grandpa Possum,
For throwing snow at you,
'Twould be too bad to make you mad
Or just a little blue."

And then he and his mischievous brother Featherhead ran away and didn't
bother Grandpa Possum for a long time.

"Well, I guess I'll be getting along," said the little rabbit and he
hopped away and by and by he came to the Shady Forest Pond where Busy
Beaver had his home. But of course he wasn't anywhere to be seen. No,
siree. He was in his little mud hut whose roof stuck up above the ice
and whose cellar door was way down deep where the water was free from
ice and he could swim in and out as he pleased.

So the little rabbit didn't wait, but hopped along until he came to the
edge of the forest, when he started to hop across the Sunny Meadow to
the Old Barn Yard where Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle lived all the year
'round. But just then he heard the supper bell. So, instead, he hurried
home to be in time for Aunt Jemima's angel cake.

COUSIN CHATTERBOX

Little Jack Rabbit loved the snow that covered the ground with a soft
white carpet. His feet never grew cold. No siree, they didn't. All the
little Forest Folk liked the snow, for Loving Mother Nature had given
them warm fur, and warm fur laughs at cold just as love laughs at
troubles.

Even Mrs. Grouse was happy. And if you've forgotten why, I'll tell you
again. It was because dear Mother Nature had given her a pair of
snow-shoes. Yes, indeed. The skin had grown out between her