“That’s so, I suppose this is your tree, since you have your nest in it,” said Flop Ear. “I can easily gnaw some bark off another.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” chattered Slicko cheerfully. “Gnaw all the bark you like, as long as you do not take off so much that the tree will die. Bark, to trees, is like skin to us animals. If a tree loses too much skin it will die.”
“I won’t take too much,” promised Flop Ear. “I can only stop a little while. I am lost and I’m looking for my home.”
“Wait a minute and I’ll come down and talk to you,” said the squirrel, as she scrambled down from her nest.
CHAPTER IX
FLOP EAR MEETS DIDO
“Well, now we’re nice and comfortable, let’s talk,” said Slicko, the jumping squirrel, as she found a soft place on a bed of moss. Flop Ear picked himself out a nice place also.
“How did you happen to get lost?” asked Slicko, and Flop Ear told all about it, just as I have told you so far in this book.
“And I have just run away from the nice boy who was teaching me tricks,” finished Flop Ear.