“Thank you; I’ll stay a few minutes, if I don’t get too sleepy,” said Mr. Owl.
When his eyes fell upon Tiny, the little squirrel made a polite bow; but the owl prophet stared at him without speaking a word. He evidently did not remember the squirrel.
“What has become of Chatty Chipmunk?” he finally asked, after Miss Hare had again sat down at her desk.
“He left school some time ago,” said Miss Hare, in a pained voice.
“Why?”
“Because it was necessary to punish him. He was very saucy. Once he ridiculed an animal because she had long ears.”
“Whom did he ridicule?”
“Me.”
“I am sorry for that,” said the owl prophet. “Who punished him?”
“I.”