From the night of that council fire to the present time the Woodchuck has eaten only grains and vegetables. And there have been flying squirrels because of the first Woodchuck who stole from his friend.
HOW THEY
BROUGHT HAIRLOCK
HOME.
Once upon a time, at the foot of a hill, there lived little Boots and his mother and their nanny goat, who was named Hairlock. Now Hairlock loved to run away over the hill to the mountain, and she could never be found when milking time came at night.
One day Boots was ready with his pail and his milking stool, and he called, “Hairlock, Hairlock, come home to Boots,” but Hairlock did not come.
Then Boots’s mother climbed to the top of the hill, and she looked, and she looked, and there she spied Hairlock on the top of a crag, a long way off.
“Naughty Hairlock,” she cried, “come home to Boots. Boots, run to Reynard, the fox, and tell him to bite Hairlock.”
So Boots ran to Reynard, the fox, and he said:
“Good Reynard, bite my nanny goat, Hairlock, who stands on the top of yonder crag, and will not come home to be milked.”