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<h1>The Adventures of<br />
Squirrel Fluffytail</h1>
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<p class="caption">“‘Go straight there and come straight home before dark!’”</p>
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<p class="titlepage larger">The Adventures of<br />
Squirrel Fluffytail</p>
<p class="titlepage">A Picture Story-Book for Children</p>
<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">Story by</span><br />
Dolores McKenna</p>
<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">Pictures by</span><br />
Ruth H. Bennett</p>
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<p class="titlepage">Frederick A. Stokes Company<br />
New York Publishers</p>
<p class="titlepage"><i>Copyright, MCMXXI, by</i><br />
<span class="smcap">The Saalfield Publishing Company</span></p>
<p class="titlepage"><i>All Rights Reserved</i></p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch1.jpg" width="200" height="113" alt="The island" />
<h2>CHAPTER ONE</h2>
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<p>Once upon a time, on a beautiful
island that stood in the center of a
great big lake, there lived in the heart of a
kindly old oak tree a dear little squirrel
family. There were three in all; Father,
Mother and Fluffy-tail, and they were
just the happiest family one could
imagine.</p>
<p>Father Squirrel worked hard all day
long gathering nuts to store away so
that they would all have enough food in
the larder for winter, and when Mother
Squirrel was not too busy doing her
housework she too helped to gather nuts,
which she would tuck away in all sorts
of places so that no lazy squirrels could
find them. She knew that there were
some lazy little rascals who would play
all summer long and that when the winter
came their poor babies would ofttimes
cry because they were so hungry.</p>
<p>Not that she would not help any one
in need, for she was a good, kind mother,
but she knew from experience that those
little squirrels who would not work and
gather nuts when they were plentiful,
would help themselves to other folks’
supply if they had a chance to do so.</p>
<p>One day while Mrs. Squirrel was ironing
some pretty petties for Fluffy-tail she
heard a knock at the door. It was a
messenger from Mrs. Squire Squirrel
inviting Fluffy-tail to a surprise-party to
be given to her little daughter Furrikins.
When Fluffy-tail came bouncing in to dinner
that day and saw something pink
peeping out from under her plate, you
can just imagine how delighted she was
when she pulled it out and found it was
an invitation to a party, for parties were
few and far between on the Island.</p>
<p>They had to be just after the summer
visitors left the place, as it would not be
very safe while they were there. With
summer visitors there was sure to be a
boy with a gun who was always just so
hungry for squirrel pot-pie. In the
winter it was too cold, and in the spring
there was seldom enough food left for
regular meals, much less a party. So
now the time was just right and Fluffy-tail
thought she was never so happy in all
her life.</p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch2.jpg" width="142" height="200" alt="Fluffy-tail the squirrel" />
<h2>CHAPTER TWO</h2>
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<p>After lunch, on the day of the party,
Mrs. Squirrel washed, brushed and
combed Fluffy-tail until it hurt so she
thought she would have to squeal once or
twice; then dressed her in one of the
prettiest little party dresses one ever saw.
Fluffy-tail even had new slippers with
fluffy pink bows. “You must live up
to your name, my dear,” her mother
said, as she tied her pretty pink bonnet
strings, “and too, my dear,” as she kissed
her for at least the twentieth time, “be
very careful of your manners; don’t lose
your present (the cutest lace trimmed
hanky with blue birds in the corners); go
straight there and come straight back
home before dark. You know Old Tabby
Cat just loves little squirrels for dinner
and she wouldn’t care even if you did
have on your party dress. Cats are such
prowling creatures sometimes,” she
added.</p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch3.jpg" width="187" height="200" alt="Fluffy-tail the squirrel" />
<h2>CHAPTER THREE</h2>
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<p class="caption">“Mrs. Squirrel followed Fluffy down the path.”</p>
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<p>Mrs. Squirrel followed Fluffy a
little way down the path and at the
corner Fluffy turned, waved goodbye with
her little fan, and then was gone out of
sight. Mrs. Squirrel sighed as she went
back into the house, hoping all would
be happy for her darling that day.</p>
<p>Fluffy herself was surely happy, and
after waving goodbye to her mother, her
thoughts were filled with the good time
and the good things she knew she would
get to eat at the party. Her little brown
eyes seemed to just dance whenever she
would think of the pleasures in store for
her. She had not gone very far along the
road when she heard a wee voice crying,
“Oh, please help me! It hurts so!” and
looking around she saw a poor little
mouse whose tail was caught between
two stones.</p>
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<p class="caption">“‘Oh, please help me!’”</p>
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<p>“Just a minute,” said Fluffy, and
after carefully putting down her hanky
and fan, she tried to move the stones
between which little Timmy Mouse’s tail
was caught. At first she thought she
would not be able to, but at last she got a
good sized stick and raised the stone just
enough for poor little Tim to get loose.
He was so glad to be free, he said, not
only because the stone hurt him dreadfully
but because he feared that Old Mrs.
Tabby Cat was liable to be along any
minute. “I can’t tell you how much I
thank you,” he said, “but maybe some
day I can do something for you.”</p>
<p>“That’s all right,” said Fluffy, gathering
up her things. “Tell your mother to
put some arnica on your tail and it
won’t hurt any more,” and she was gone
out of sight. “I must hurry a little
more,” she thought, “as I would hate
dreadfully to be late for the party.”</p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch4.jpg" width="200" height="156" alt="Mrs. Woodpecker" />
<h2>CHAPTER FOUR</h2>
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<p>“Oh dear me! What a narrow escape!”
exclaimed Fluffy, as she stooped
down and picked up a tiny little woodpecker
that had fallen to the ground.
“Your mother must be very careless to
let you fall.” “No,” said the little chap,
“Mother has gone for food for us and I
played too near the edge of the stump and
fell off.” Just then the woodpecker’s
mother returned, and being alarmed that
something was happening to her babies,
came flying toward Fluffy screaming,
“What are you doing here?” “I am
not harming your children,” said Fluffy.
“I was just putting your little baby back
in your nest. He had fallen to the ground
and could not get up himself. It was
lucky for him that I saw him when I did,
for I almost stepped on him.” By this
time Mrs. Woodpecker was over her alarm
and was very sorry she had spoken so
crossly. “Please forgive me,” she said,
“I was so terribly frightened I hardly
knew what I was saying. I thank you a
thousand times; should you ever need a
friend, let me know and I will do all I
can to help you.” Fluffy did not wait to
talk longer; she knew it was getting nearer
party time every minute, so she hurried
on.</p>
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<p class="caption">“Fluffy knew it was getting nearer party time every minute.”</p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch5.jpg" width="149" height="200" alt="Fluffy-tail the squirrel" />
<h2>CHAPTER FIVE</h2>
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<p>“Now,” thought Fluffy-tail, “I shall
not stop again, no matter what
happens—I’ll just hustle along and not
stop until I reach Squire Squirrel’s house.
Why, it must be time for the party
now!” she thought, as she looked at her
tiny little wrist watch. While looking
at her watch she heard a fluttering and
rustling in the leaves along the roadside.
“I’ll not stop,” she thought, “I’ll
just pretend I don’t hear anything.”
She had only gone a few steps though
when she had to turn back to see what
was wrong. She was such a tender-hearted
little creature, she could not go to a
place where she knew she was to have a
good time and feel that she might by any
chance have passed by some suffering
little person.</p>
<p>“What is it?” she asked rather impatiently,
as she glanced to where the
noise seemed to come from. “You needn’t
be so cross about it!” said a little Bat that
was lying alongside the path. “Won’t
you please pick me up and hang me on
that old tree? I guess I must have fallen
asleep and loosed my hold on the bark.
No! No! Not that way!” he said, as
Fluffy was trying to place him on the
branch. “Hang me upside down. That’s
the way I sleep.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” said Fluffy, “There you
are, upside down. Now I hope everything
is all right.” “Yes, thank you,”
said Mr. Bat, “I can go
to sleep again now, and
I’ll try to be more careful.
Before you go, though,” he went on,
“I wish you would give me your name
and address. I’ll put it in my vest
pocket and maybe some day I’ll be able
to be of some use to you for your kindness
in helping me out today.” Fluffy told
him in as few words as possible, her
name, where she lived, and where she
was going; then bidding him goodbye,
she picked up her packages and hurried
along faster than ever.</p>
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<img src="images/mr-bat.jpg" width="200" height="111" alt="Mr. Bat hanging upside down on a branch" />
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch6.jpg" width="200" height="64" alt="Ice cream and cake" />
<h2>CHAPTER SIX</h2>
</div>
<p>“Oh dear!” she sighed, “I might almost
as well go home now. It’s so late.
I’m sure the ice cream and cake and all the
goodies will be eaten before I get there.
I do wish people would not be so careless
and make so much work for other people
to do. I’m all tired out now and I do
hope that I’ve had my last delay.” With
this thought she hurried along just as
fast as her little feet would go. So excited
was poor Fluffy now that she made
a turn to the left instead to the right,
and she had gone quite a distance before
she discovered that there was something
wrong. She did not know just what to
do and became so dreadfully frightened
that she sat down and cried as though
her little heart would break. How long
she had been sitting there she could not
tell; she went over the happenings since
her dear mother kissed her goodbye,
and wondered if she would be able to
find her way back home without being
caught by that awful Old Tabby Cat.</p>
<p>“If ever I get out of this trouble,”
thought she, “I’ll never again stop any
place to help anybody. If I had only
gone straight to the party and let other
folks take care of themselves I would be
safe now.” With the thought that she
was now the most unhappy creature in the
world, she burst into
tears again.</p>
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<img src="images/beware.jpg" width="200" height="165" alt="A mouse holding a sign that reads Beware" />
</div>
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<img src="images/plate5.jpg" width="550" height="650" alt="" />
<p class="caption">“‘Won’t you please give me those tears?’”</p>
</div>
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<img src="images/bluebell-flower.jpg" width="111" height="200" alt="The flower. In no way a bluebell. It looks more like a sunflower." />
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<p>“Won’t you please
give me those tears?”
Fluffy heard a tiny
voice ask. “I am
withering away and must die
soon if somebody does not
give a me tiny drink.” Looking
down, Fluffy saw a tiny
little Bluebell all wilted, and
looking so sad. “The trees
are so thick here,” it said,
“I cannot get the rain or dew, and
the fairies are having a big party
today and have forgotten poor little
me.” By this time Fluffy’s tears were
all dried up, seeing some one in distress
made her forget her own troubles. “I
can’t give you my tears,” she said, “for
they have all dried now, but I can get
you some water from the brook,” so
again putting down her dear little fan
and hanky she skipped off to the brook
to get the water. She had nothing in
which to carry it so she made a cup of her
tiny hands and was stepping from one
stone to another when her little foot
slipped and splash into the water it
went. “Oh, my dear little shoe!” wailed
Fluffy as she looked down and saw the
pretty bow all wet and muddy, “I can
never go to the party now.”</p>
<p>She tried her best to wipe off the mud
and fluff up the bow and then got more
water which she took back to the little
Bluebell who was eagerly waiting for her
to return. “There now, raise up your
head and be happy,” said Fluffy as she
poured the water around its tiny roots.
“If you want more I shall get it for you,
then I must try to find my way home, as
I have lost my way to Furrikins’
party.” By this time
the little Bluebell was refreshed
after its hearty drink
and told Fluffy the way to
reach Furrikins’ home.</p>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch7.jpg" width="190" height="200" alt="Fluffy-tail the squirrel talking to the flower" />
<h2>CHAPTER SEVEN</h2>
</div>
<p>Thanking the little flower, she again
started out and was just making the
last turn when who should she see in
her path but Old Tabby Cat. Fluffy
looked but for an instant. She knew
she must move quickly to escape, so she
turned about, yelled for help as loudly as
she could, and ran just as fast as her
little legs would carry her. She was tired
already after her long walk and could not
make very good time. Old Tabby was
gaining on her rapidly when Mrs. Woodpecker,
who had heard Fluffy’s first cry
for help, flew at once to the rescue. She
jumped on Mrs. Tabby’s head and began
pecking for all she was worth. This
was such a surprise to Old Tabby that
she fell head over heels into a hole by the
roadside and it was quite a few minutes
before she recovered herself enough to
peep out to try to discover just what had
attacked her. As she did so a big stone
dropped from some place down in the
hole beside her, pinning her tail fast.
It was some time before little Timmy
Mouse (for it was he who had rolled the
stone on Old Tabby’s tail) dared to
look over the edge of the pit to see how
well his plans worked. “So it was you?”
said Tabby, glaring at Timmy.</p>
<p>One look was enough for little Timmy
and he scurried off home as fast as he
could go.</p>
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<img src="images/tabby-cat.jpg" width="200" height="135" alt="Old Mrs. Tabby Cat" />
</div>
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch8.jpg" width="200" height="111" alt="Mr. Bat" />
<h2>CHAPTER EIGHT</h2>
</div>
<p>By this time it was quite late and
poor little Fluffy was still running
thankful to have escaped Old Tabby,
but fearful of some new danger at every
step.</p>
<p>Suddenly a voice beside her said,
“Don’t be frightened, follow close to me
for I can see quite well in the dark. You
did me a good turn once in the daylight
and now I can help you in the dark.”
With these words, Mr. Bat (for it was
the same one she had helped that afternoon
when he had fallen from the tree)
took hold of her hand and led her to
Furrykins’ home where they were all waiting
to greet her. After Mrs. Woodpecker
had jumped on Mrs. Tabby, she
flew on to tell the little folks at the party
all about poor Fluffy’s experience, and to
ask them to keep the party waiting just a
little longer.</p>
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<img src="images/timmy-mouse.jpg" width="200" height="140" alt="Timmy Mouse rolling the stone" />
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch9.jpg" width="200" height="145" alt="The moon rising" />
<h2>CHAPTER NINE</h2>
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<img src="images/plate6.jpg" width="550" height="650" alt="" />
<p class="caption">“It was surely a grand party.”</p>
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<p>It was surely a grand party. They
had it on their beautiful lawn and
the moon had come out so brightly that
the little folks played all their games they
had arranged for the daytime. There
were nuts, apples, candies, and all sorts
of goodies to eat, nice games to play, and
they danced around in the moonlight till
the Whip-poor-will called, which was the
curfew for all.</p>
<p>As it was so late when Fluffy arrived
at the party, Mrs. Furrykins sent a
message to her mother telling her that
she would keep her all night and send
her home early next morning. So after
the party was over and all the little folk
had gone to their homes in the woods,
Mrs. Squire Squirrel tucked Fluffy and
Furrykins in her daughter’s little bed,
kissed each of them “goodnight,” heard
them say their prayers, and went quietly
to her own room on the opposite side
of the big oak tree.</p>
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<img src="images/mrs-squire-squirrel.jpg" width="133" height="200" alt="Mrs. Squire Squirrel holding a candle" />
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<img class="chapter" src="images/ch10.jpg" width="200" height="183" alt="Fluffy-tail the squirrel in bed" />
<h2>CHAPTER TEN</h2>
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<p>Fluffy was too tired to dream of the
many experiences she had had that
day and went to sleep quickly. Early
next morning, as promised, Mrs. Furrykins
saw to it that Fluffy was taken
safely home. Her mother was anxiously
waiting for her at the door and each was
happy to feel the other’s arms around
her.</p>
<p>Mother Squirrel kissed her little
daughter after each adventure was told
to her, and wiping the tears from her
eyes when Fluffy had finished, she said,
“After all, Fluffy dear, you see that one
can never lose anything by being kind
to others. You are home again safe and
sound and I’m glad you enjoyed the
party.”</p>
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<img src="images/mother-squirrel.jpg" width="200" height="200" alt="Mother Squirrel drying her tears" />
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<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 51994 ***</div>
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