A thump and
a scurry of little feet caught his attention, and he turned to see a
Gray Squirrel running for the open window. It jumped up on the sill,
looked out, then jumped down inside again, and ran over to a corner of
the room, where he crouched as if in great fear. It was clear that he
had been badly frightened by the yell of Farmer Brown's boy, and that he
was still more frightened by something he had seen when he looked out of
the window.
A great light broke over Farmer Brown's boy. "Happy Jack, you little
rascal, I believe you are the terrible monster that scared me so!" he
exclaimed. "I believe you were on my bed, and that it was your claws
that I felt on my face. But what ails you? You look frightened almost to
death."
He went over to the window and looked out. A movement in the big maple
tree just outside caught his attention. He saw a long, slim white form
dart down the tree and disappear. He knew who it was. It was Shadow the
Weasel.
"So that pesky Weasel has been after you again, and you came to me for
help," said he gently, as he coaxed Happy Jack to come to him.
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