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The Adventures of Chatterer the Red Squirrel
Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess

Farmer Brown laughed a big, hearty laugh. “True enough, Mother!” said he. “The trouble is, they get out of place. Now this little rascal’s place is down in the Green Forest and not up in our corn-crib.”

“Then put him back in his right place!” was the prompt reply, and they all laughed.

Now all this time poor Chatterer was thinking that this surely was his last day. You see, he knew that he had been a thief, and he knew that Farmer Brown’s boy knew it. He just crouched down in a little ball, too miserable to do anything but tremble every time any one came near. He was sure that he had seen for the last time the Green Forest and the Green Meadows and jolly Mr. Sun and all the other beautiful things he loved so, and it seemed as if his heart would burst with despair.

Who ever does a deed that’s wrong
Will surely find some day
That for that naughty act of his
He’ll surely have to pay.