Somehow or other, Frisky did not quite like the idea of losing his tail. He was so used to having it that he was afraid he might miss it dreadfully. And he even thought that he would rather keep it—even if it was out of fashion.
But Jimmy Rabbit ran home to get his mother’s shears. And when he came back with them Frisky couldn’t think of any good excuse for not letting Jimmy cut off his tail for him. As Jimmy came hopping up with the shears, Frisky Squirrel put out his paw.
“What do you want?” asked Jimmy.
“The shears!” Frisky said. “I’m going to trim your ears, you know.”
“Oh—yes!” Jimmy answered. “But I thought of this first, you remember. So I’ll cut your tail off first. Then you’ll have your turn—see?” He kept a firm hold on the shears. And almost before Frisky knew what was happening Jimmy had stepped behind him and had placed Frisky’s tail between the big shears.
“Will it hurt?” Frisky asked, as he looked behind him.
“It’ll all be over in a jiffy,” said Jimmy Rabbit.
