“I wonder where I am,” thought Slicko, again.
And, though she did not know it, she was in the boy’s coat pocket, and he had pinned the flap down over it, so the little squirrel could not get out. Later on Slicko took many trips in that same pocket, and was not afraid, but this time her little heart beat very fast, for she did not know what was going to happen to her.
“Well, I don’t believe I’ll try to catch any more squirrels,” said the boy. “I’ll take this trap home with me.”
“Ah, that’s good!” thought Slicko. “If he takes the trap away, no more squirrels will be caught. That’s very good!”
“And I guess I’ll take some of these nuts home to feed my new squirrel,” went on the boy, speaking out loud the way boys do sometimes, especially if they have their dogs with them.
“Bow wow!” barked Rover, the dog. “Bow wow!” That was his way of saying that he, too, thought it would be a good thing to take home some of the nuts.
Slicko heard the nuts rattling into the other pocket of the boy who had caught her, and then she felt him walking off with her. Through the woods he went, as Slicko could tell, for she heard the rattle and crack of the bushes, as the boy pushed his way through them.
After what seemed to Slicko a long time, she fell asleep in the boy’s pocket, and, when she awoke, she was in such a bright light that it made her eyes blink very fast. The boy had opened his pocket, and had taken Slicko out in his hands.
“Oh, what have you got, Bob?” asked a small girl, one of the boy’s sisters.