The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin Page #2

								

     Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!"

Nutkin made a whirring noise to
sound like the WIND, and he took a
running jump right onto the head of
Old Brown! . . .

Then all at once there was a
flutterment and a scufflement and a
loud "Squeak!"

The other squirrels scuttered away
into the bushes.

When they came back very
cautiously, peeping round the tree--
there was Old Brown sitting on his
door-step, quite still, with his eyes
closed, as if nothing had happened.

 * * * * * * * *

BUT NUTKIN WAS IN HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET!

This looks like the end of the story;
but it isn't.

Old Brown carried Nutkin into his
house, and held him up by the tail,
intending to skin him; but Nutkin
pulled so very hard that his tail broke
in two, and he dashed up the
staircase, and escaped out of the attic
window.

And to this day, if you meet Nutkin
up a tree and ask him a riddle, he will
throw sticks at you, and stamp his
feet and scold, and shout--

"Cuck-cuck-cuck-cur-r-r-cuck-k!"
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