CHAPTER XXIV.
“I am so glad to see you!” exclaimed Tiny. “I was running away from a wild cat, and met you by accident.”
“I saw you running,” answered Bushy. “However, I did not see a wild cat. Squirrels run faster than wild cats, so I suppose he gave up the chase.”
“I am not a coward,” declared the red squirrel, somewhat embarrassed, “but I think it is best to run when a wild cat comes into one’s life.”
“In this forest are few wild cats,” asserted Bushy. “They seldom disturb us, unless they are provoked.”
“What are you doing here?” asked Tiny, when he had fully recovered from his shock.
“I live here in the country now,” was the reply. “Perhaps you do not know that I have a mate. He is out getting acorns for our luncheon. Of acorns there is a great plenty in this part of the woods. They cover the ground.”
“Has Squirreltown changed much?” he inquired.