“I will go along also and help Twinkle carry the water back for Pinkie Whiskers. I am sure that cap would be very heavy if it were full of water,” said Winkle.
“Umph! umph!” grunted Sammy Woodchuck. “You have very kind and thoughtful brothers.”
Just then they saw Uncle Whiskers coming across the meadow with a pitch-fork in his hand.
“He must be after some hay to put in his nest,” said Sammy Woodchuck.
Pinkie Whiskers gave a mighty blow at the tree with his axe and turned to look at Uncle Whiskers. It was a fatal mistake, for that last blow chopped the tree in two and it began to sway and totter.
“Run, Pinkie Whiskers, run!” screamed Sammy Woodchuck.
Pinkie Whiskers dropped his axe and ran. Alas! he ran in the wrong direction. As he looked back over his shoulder he saw that the tree was falling right upon him.
“I wish I had run away sooner,” thought Pinkie Whiskers.
Uncle Whiskers saw his danger and shouted, “Dodge to the side, dodge to the side!”
But poor Pinkie Whiskers was so confused that he did not hear. He just ran and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. All the time the tree was falling and in an instant more it would have crashed down and crushed Pinkie Whiskers, had it not been for Billy Jay.