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32 Chit-Chat by Puck.
his nest, faint and exhausted from fasting and work,
he still felt a certain satisfaction in seeing that he
had gathered such a heap of nuts, that it would
take weeks, perhaps months, to be able to count
them.
“TI can’t feel quite happy, though, before I have
got my stores quite full,” he thought; and gloating
over his wealth, he fell asleep. However, he could
never enjoy a perfect sleep, for at least every quarter
of an hour he would wake to see that no one came
to take anything from the hoarded treasure.
Late in the autumn there came one day to the
oak an old squirrel, who had had the misfortune
of being bitten by a dog, so that it now was
unable to jump about amongst the trees and find
food for itself. And so he had to become a
beggar, and wander about in the woods, asking
other squirrels to give him something to live upon
during the winter that soon would set in. Every one
gave the poor cripple something—those who had
least perhaps gave the most ; but when the beggar
came to this squirrel, who had his whole store-room
so full of the finest nuts, the stingy fellow snapped
at him in a rage, and said: “I have worked like a
slave for what little I have, and it won’t be enough
for me, let alone anybody else, and I can’t afford
to throw anything away to beggars and tramps such
as you.”
The poor cripple was not even able to get a
hearing from the rich squirrel, who quite drew a
breath of relief when the poor beggar had limped off.
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