New Britain herald., 1927-02-02
Chatterer Puts in a Busy Day
By Thornton ". Burgess
Would you be master of your fate, Seize pportunity-don't wait.
 Old Mother Nature

Chatterer was growing thin be- cause he worried. You see, he never knew when he might find another one of his storehouses emptied. He was almost afraid to peep into them for fear he would find nothing in them. You will remember that two of them had been emptied. Had Chatterer known who had taken the nuts, he wouldn't have minded so angry, but he wouldn't have worried quite so much. You see, he would have known what to do.
 There's one thing I can do." there's one thing I can do. l can hunt around and find some new storehouses. I can hunt around and find some that are even more secret than those I have. That's what I'll do."
 That is just what Chatterer did do, and the very minute that Chat terer started to do it he felt better. Yes, sir, he felt whole lot better. It always is that way. The best way of getting rid of worries is to do something.
 So Chatterer scampered this way and scampered that way and scam pered the other way. Whichever way he scampered those bright eyes of his were looking for holes - holes in trees, holes in stumps, holes in the snow; and it was surprising how many of them he found. When ever he found one he went into it and looked it all over. He found out all about it. He used his nose as we'll as his eyes. And all the time he talked to himself.
 This hole won't do,' said he. "My cousin Rusty has been here. He may not come here often but he's been here, so he knows about the hole. There is a hair from his red coat now"
 So Chatterer proB pity turned his back on that particular hole. Short ly he found another one. It didn't take him long to decide. This won't Go," said he. "No, sir, this won't do. Whitefoot the Woodmouse has been here. 1 can smell him. I don't want g storehouse that Whitefoot knows about" So Chatterer turned his back on that hole.
 The next hole he found was in a hollow stump. It was an old stump. It was some little distance from where Chatterer lived. He hadn't been over there for so long that he hadn't known arlthing about that hole. You see, it had been made since he was last there. At 1'' {, the entrance had been made VI. n he first found it he was d,i'=h'u <. There were no signs that any iy had been there for long time. There were no fresh clawmarks around the entrance. Chatterer popped in. Right away he was more delighted than ever. This would make splendid storshouse. He fairly chuckled with delight. But abruptly he stoped chuckling. He had found the shell of a hickory nut.
 "No Hickory nut could be in here unless some one had brought it," said Chatterer, talking 10 himself And the meat has been taken out of it. It looks to me like the work of my cousin. Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel. This nut was brought in here long time ago and probably Happy Jack has forgotten all about this place. But perhaps he hasn't forgotten. No, this won't do. I would just love to. have it for q storehouse, but it won't do. The only safe storehouse is one that nobody knows anything about or never has known anything about"
 Chatterer sighed. Then he scram- hled out and went on his way, He looked into an old nest Of Blacly the Grow but he decided That
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