“Ha! Tricks!” said Slicko to herself. “Where have I heard that word before? Oh, I know! Squinty, the comical pig, could do tricks, and so could Tum Tum, the jolly elephant.
“Well, maybe if this boy teaches me some tricks, it will not be so bad. Then I could go home and surprise Chatter, Fluffy and Nutto. I don’t believe they can do tricks.”
Slicko watched the boy and dog. The dog was barking and jumping about in the leaves. He seemed quite excited at seeing the squirrel in the trap.
“Quiet, Rover! Lie down!” said the boy, and Rover minded like the good dog he was.
“Now, let’s see how I am going to get this little squirrel home,” the boy went on. “I ought to have brought a box.”
“I wonder if he means take me to his home or my home?” thought Slicko. “I guess he must mean his home, for he doesn’t know where mine is—I don’t know myself.”
“I hope the trap didn’t break her leg,” the boy went on. “I don’t believe it did, for the spring wasn’t very strong.”
“Oh, I’m sure my leg is broken,” thought poor Slicko. “It hurts very much.”
The boy put out his hand very slowly to take the little squirrel out of the trap.