Catching Freddie Weasel Asleep
When Frisky Squirrel saw Freddie Weasel disappear in the hole in the bank he became greatly excited. He forgot all about going home. And though he had begun to feel somewhat sleepy, he was wide awake again in no time. He sat right down, a little way from the hole, and he never once took his eyes off it.
Frisky hoped that perhaps he would hear Freddie snoring in there, if he waited long enough. But no such thing happened. There seemed to be but one way to discover whether Freddie was asleep, and that was to creep into the hole himself and find out.
Now, Frisky Squirrel was no coward, as you know. But he did not like the idea of crawling into that narrow, dark place. He knew that Freddie Weasel’s teeth were very sharp. And he knew that Freddie was quick to use them, too.
Frisky was trying hard to think of some good way to catch Freddie asleep, when who should come strolling along but Henry Skunk! Frisky always supposed that he was called “Henry” because he was so fond of hens—for he visited Farmer Green’s hen-house oftener than any other of the forest-people—but whether that was why he was so named I should really not want to say.
“Well, well! You’re out pretty late,” Henry Skunk called, as soon as he saw Frisky.
Frisky Squirrel held a paw to his mouth, so Henry Skunk would not talk too loudly.
“What’s going on?” Henry Skunk asked, with growing interest. “You haven’t seen a hen around here, have you?”
Frisky shook his head.
“It’s Freddie Weasel—” he explained, pointing at the hole. “He’s in there; and I’m trying to catch him asleep.”