Father Thrift and His Animal Friends

by Joseph C. Sindelar

Then the queer little old man said:

“Those boys must be punished, Shaggy. They must be taught a lesson. Killing birds is no joke.

“To-morrow morning take your lunch with you and go to the north edge of the forest. There you will find a crooked road that is little traveled.

“I believe that this is the road over which the boys came. They will come again.

“Hide yourself behind a tree and watch for them. And when you catch them bring them to me.”

“Yes, yes,” said Shaggy, “I certainly will.”

So early the next morning Father Thrift packed the bear’s lunch and off Shaggy started for the north edge of the forest.

But he returned late that night, tired and cross, without the boys.

The same thing happened the next day, and the next.