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By and by Featherhead knocked again, and when Old Barney Owl opened it a second time, the naughty little squirrel said:

“Here is a nice fresh egg!”

Goodness me! When the old owl, whose eyes were still very blinky, found out it wasn’t an egg, but a snowball, he dropped it on the little squirrel’s head, and slammed the door again.

Now, if Featherhead had only gone back to his skating, all would have been well. But he didn’t. No, indeed. Instead, he knocked again, and when the old owl opened the door, that naughty squirrel dropped a snowball down his collar. Goodness gracious me! What a scuffle there was all at once, and, just like that! the old owl pulled the little squirrel into his house and closed the door.

Oh, what a scowl had Mr. Owl,
And Featherhead felt nearly dead.
He was so scared at what he’d done
He couldn’t move his feet to run.
And, goodness gracious! so would I
Have felt as if I’d surely die,
If some big giant from his tree
Had through his doorway pulled poor me.
From head to toe I’d surely quake,
And feel my frightened heart would break.
But now let’s turn the page to see
If ever Featherhead gets free.

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