"Ha! That looks like a yellow apple," thought Squinty, and he bit it
hard with his white teeth. Then his mouth all puckered up, he felt a
sour taste, and he cried out:
"Wow! I don't like that. Oh, that isn't an apple at all!"
And it wasn't--it was a lemon the grocery boy had dropped.
"Oh! How sour!" grunted Squinty. "I'd like a drink of water to take the
taste of that out of my mouth."
Squinty lifted his nose up in the air, and sniffed and snuffed. He
wanted to try to smell a spring of water, and he did, just on the edge
of the big wood. Over to the spring he ran on his little short legs, and
soon he was having a fine drink.
"Now I feel better," Squinty said. "What will happen next?"
Nothing did for some time, and, when it did it was so strange that
Squinty never forgot it as long as he lived. I'll tell you all about it.
He walked on through the woods, Squinty did, and, before very long, he
found some acorns. He ate as many as he wanted and then, as he always
felt sleepy after he had eaten, he thought he would lie down and have a
nap.
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