“That is true,” admitted Fuzzy; “nor can squirrels burrow in the ground, as rabbits do.”
“They have no need to,” declared the squirrel. “We find a hollow tree, and with our sharp teeth gnaw a hole through the shell and find a warm, dry home inside.”
“I’m glad you do,” remarked Fuzzy. “If all the animals burrowed in the ground there would not be room for us to hide from each other.”
Chatter laughed at this.
“The shadows are getting long,” he said. “If you wish to be home before sunset, we must start back.”
“Wait a minute!” cried the rabbit, sitting up and sniffing the air. “I smell carrots!”
“Never mind,” said the squirrel.
“Never mind carrots? Oh, Chatter Chuk! You don’t know how good they are.”
“Well, we haven’t any time to find them,” he replied. “For my part, I could run home in five minutes, but you are so clumsy it will take you an hour. Where are you going now?”
“Just over here,” said Fuzzy Wuz. “Those carrots can’t be far off.”