“What you heard was only the mill-wheels turning. You must have reached the gristmill before the miller had come to begin his day’s work. That was why everything was so still. I don’t wonder you were frightened when all that noise began. But gristmills are always like that. They make a terrible noise when they grind the wheat.”
Frisky Squirrel stopped sobbing then. He was glad that his mother knew exactly what had happened. But he made up his mind that whenever he wanted any wheat-kernels to eat he would not go to the gristmill for them. Luckily the gristmill had not quite all the wheat in the world.
