Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1914-12-10

Mrs. Squirrel saw him from lei
seat in the tree-top. And because
she wanted to find out what Mir
Bear was going to do she followed
in a furry-scurry from tree to
tn p.
Mot even blade of grass-wcof
woof, grumted Mr.. Bear 81 SCI
there is no dinner here for me. =
And 1T was ThanksgiNi, Day.
81 suppose Mr.. b er is feeling
very sad,' thought Mrs. Squirrel,
because LIE hasn't even smell OF
Thanksgiving dinner"
| Mr.. Bear was not sad; quite the
Icontrary. He sat down on his haun-
ches and began to chuckle. He felt
all over his fat sides with his fore
paws and chmckled again.
"Ha ha," laughed he, 'thow good
theses STONY slope blackberuies VINE
that | ate last summer, and as
for that grass on the edge of the
wood, never did l taste BETTER
Mrs. Squirrel, who STAT ON the
branch overhead cooked a, merry eye
at him and murmured to herself:
Poor fellow, what good does he
get from the berries he ate last sum
mer?
But Mr.. Bear kept rubbing his
sides. He felt the rolls of fat just
Il n H.
and said:
| what a good thing it is to can4. v
your Thanksgiving dinner with YOU
and to have enough left over to
last all winter too Then Mr.. Bear
PUT his forepaws down and stumbled
shambled eff. Mrs. Squirrel frisked
and w'hisked away. Queer old fell
low" squeaked sha
MIR. Bear went straight home.
What a coy place this isl he
said, as he opened his front door
in the hollow of a brown old tree.
THAT cold wind can't get inside at
all. And how soft my bed is! Did
anyone ever have mattnc SIS made of
leaves? l really must lie down and
take forty winks the very first
thing"
So Mr.. Bear poked his. mattress
of rustly, crunchy brown leaves and
lay down upon it. He turned over
three; or four times He forgot it
was dinner time.
How very comfortable he said.
Theh he smuggled down inside his
winter overcoat of thick brown fur.
How very glad l am," thought
Mr.. Bear, "to have such a thick,
warm coat. l don't need blanket"
He tucked his nose down under his
paws. So many pl ,asant Things hap
pen to- me" and Mr.. Bear yc.wned.
II could never say thank you e.
nough times" and Mr.. Bear fell
fast asleep, never to wake ul;il
months a d months aft &.
CONTINUED NEXT COLUMN.
Now Mrs. Squirrel had gone home
too, at the s@n time DIS MIR. Besr.
How thankful | am to be able to
scamper a le..p," she thoug It,
Whatever would have become of ne
and the children if | were as slow
a. c clur sy IS Mr. Ie.r''
Shs caugl sight CT her children
piayirg rean tie doorway Of their
home in the mapli tree
What a fine family | nave, s., e
said to herself. "How W II grown,
and their coats so seek ard soft!
Run, MIN! lekil s, sire called, ",-d
bring some butt IA is" And Mrs
!, Squirrel was veGy p:oTd to see how
quickly and surely al Of her child
rem bored through tie hard shells tx
he kernel inside, ard was very sur,
her sqairr Is were the brig tesi
and prettiest squirrels in all tn
forest.
i Lister, MY deas, to some hin.
b very odd" said Mrs. Squirrel, arr
s SIZE told tn, I'M a'sout Mr.. Bear. ''T,
think of having nothing but rolls O
V fat fer Thanksgiving Dime.
u while OUT stceehcuse is piled higl
with acorns, b echnuts--
s "Chestn uts," Nimblekins interrup
ed. "Amd such lot of hlazelnut
and butternuts," chartered the r-st.
Eyes enough to last all winter,
such fun to gather nuts too
. How very nice it is to be
:, squi rel" squeaked Nimblekins. rs
- many good things happen to us"
Yes said Mrs. Squirrel, "let IL
"a all say thank you as many time
as we can.
And they did. So that was thei
thanksgiving Day.
The Man In The Moon