“Chatter Chuk! Chatter Chuk! Where is my Fuzzy Wuz? Where is my darling child?”
Chatter Chuk was too frightened to answer until his mother made him. Then he ran down to the lowest limb of the tree and sat there while he talked.
“We went walking,” he said, “and Fuzzy found some carrots under a box that was propped up with a peg. I told her not to eat them; but she did, and the peg fell out and made her a prisoner.”
You see, he did not mention Juggerjook at all, yet he knew the magician was at the bottom of all the trouble.
“‘i smell carrots!’”
But Mrs. Wuz knew rabbit-traps quite well, being old and experienced; so she begged the red squirrel to come at once and show her the place where Fuzzy had been caught.
“There isn’t a moment to lose,” she said, “for the trappers will be out early this morning to see what they have captured in their trap.”
Chatter Chuk was afraid to go, having a guilty conscience; but his mother made him. He led the way timidly, but swiftly, and Mrs. Wuz fairly flew over the ground, so anxious was she to rescue her darling.