Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy.
“If you are careful,” she said; “and don’t go near Juggerjook’s den; and watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall.”
“Yes, yes; of course,” returned Fuzzy, eagerly.
“And don’t let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief,” continued Mrs. Wuz, rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. “Those red squirrels are reckless things and haven’t much sense.”
“Chatter’s all right,” protested Fuzzy Wuz. “He’s the best friend I have in the forest. Good-by, Mother.”
“Is your face clean, Fuzzy?”
“I’ve just washed it, Mother.”
“With both paws, right and left?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Then run along and be careful.”