At times the wind would stop blowing, and Mr. Bushy Tail would be gently dropped in some pretty wood or meadow, where he could find plenty to eat and to drink.
He filled his bag to overflowing with the most delicious squirrel’s food, and only regretted that the bag was not bigger.
At last one evening, the wind softly dropped him, and blew on alone. Mr. Bushy Tail looked about him, and saw that he was in his own woods, only a short distance from home.
How fast he scampered toward his house tree. He scarcely noticed that since he had gone away Spring had come, and the first soft green shoots were covering the trees. The grass was full of flowers, and the birds were singing merrily.
Quickly he ran up into his nest, and there they all were, the dear wee family; Mrs. Bushy Tail, the children, and dear old Grandmother Chipmunk.
How delighted they were to see him. Poor little Mrs. Bushy Tail quite broke down and cried with joy, for she had never expected to see her husband alive again.
Mr. Chipmunk and Mr. Red Squirrel had come over, a few days after Mr. Bushy Tail’s visit, to inquire if he had reached home safely, and to bring great bags of provisions. When they heard that their friend was still missing, they had looked very anxious and sad.
The snow storm, in which Mr. Bushy Tail was blown away, had turned into such an awful blizzard, that every one thought he had been buried in the deep snow and frozen.