“My mamma called me that,” answered the little squirrel, “because my fur is so slick and shiny.”
“It is a good name,” said Squinty. “Don’t you want to travel along with me, through the woods, and have adventures?”
“Thank you, no. I guess not,” replied Slicko. “Hark! What’s that?”
They both listened, and heard a sound like:
“Chatter! Chatter! Chat! Chit! Chat! Chir-r-r-r-r-r!”
“What is it?” asked Squinty, in a whisper.
“That is my mamma calling me,” answered Slicko. “I must go back to the nest now. Good-bye, funny little pig.”
“Good-bye,” answered Squinty, and he went on, looking for adventures. He had many of them, and I have told you about them in the first of these books, called “Squinty, the Comical Pig.” He was bought by a boy, taught to do many tricks, and finally ran back again to his home in the pen on the farm.
After Slicko had said good-bye to Squinty, the comical pig, the little girl squirrel ran and jumped on through the woods, for her mother kept calling to her to come to the nest.