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"Oh, please show me the acorns," begged Squinty.
"Here they are," spoke Slicko, jumping a little farther, and she pointed
to a pile of acorns in another hollow stump.
"Oh, these are fine! Thank you!" grunted Squinty, and he began to eat
them. All at once there sounded through the woods a noise like:
"Chat! Chat! Chatter! Whir-r-r-r-r-r!" "My, what's that?" cried Squinty,
turning quickly around.
"That is my mamma calling me," said Slicko, the jumping squirrel. "I
shall have to go home to my nest now. Good-by, Squinty. I like you very
much, and I hope I shall soon see you again."
"I hope so, too," spoke Squinty, and while he went on eating the acorns,
Slicko ran along the tree branches to her nest. And in another book I
shall tell you some more stories about "Slicko, the Jumping Squirrel,"
but in this book I have room to write only about Squinty.
The little comical pig was rather lonesome after Slicko had left him,
but he was no longer hungry, thanks to the acorns.
So he walked on and on, and pretty soon he came to a road.
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