Do you like hickory nuts?"
"I--I guess so," answered Squinty, thinking, perhaps, they were like
acorns. "Please show me where there are some."
"Come on!" chattered Slicko. She led the way through the woods, leaping
from one tree branch to another over Squinty's head. The little pig ran
along on the ground, through the dry leaves. Sometimes he went on four
feet and sometimes he stood up straight on his hind feet.
"Can you do that?" he asked the squirrel. "It is a trick the boy taught
me."
"Oh, yes, I can sit up on my hind legs, and eat a nut," the squirrel
girl said. "But nobody taught me. I could always do it. I don't call
that a trick."
"Well, it is a trick for me," said Squinty. "But where are the hickory
nuts you spoke of?"
"Right here," answered Slicko, the jumping squirrel, hopping about as
lively as a cricket, and she pointed to a pile of nuts in a hollow
stump. Squinty tried to chew some, but, as soon as he took them in his
mouth he cried out:
"Oh my! How hard the shells are! This is worse than the sand! I can't
chew hickory nuts! Have you no other kind?"
"Oh, yes, I know where there are some acorns," answered Slicko, "but I
do not care for them as well as for hickory nuts.
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