Pretty soon Twinkle Tail met Squirrel Nutcracker.
“I knew there was going to be a wedding,” he exclaimed, when he heard the news. “I saw three magpies this very morning, and that’s a sure sign.” Then he patted the little squirrel’s head and promised that he and Mrs. Nutcracker would surely come.
By the time Twinkle Tail reached the parsonage at the top of the old oak tree it was quite late. “Have you got the wedding ring?” asked Parson Owl as the little squirrel turned to go.
“Goodness gracious meebus!” exclaimed Twinkle Tail, “I’ve forgotten all about it.”
Parson Owl yawned, for it’s only in the night-time that owls are wide awake, you know, and replied:
“Can’t marry you without a ring. No, indeed. Who ever heard of a wedding without a ring?”
(Parson Owl was wide awake enough to know that! Goodness me! I hope the little squirrel will find a jewelry store somewhere in the Shady Forest.)