Then he got up courage enough to peep inside. The box was filled with
soft hay. It certainly did look inviting in there to a fellow who had no
home and no place to go. He put his head inside. Finally he went wholly
in. It was just as nice as it looked.
"I believe," thought Happy Jack, "that he made this little house just
for me, and that he put all this hay in here for my bed. He doesn't know
much about making a bed, but I guess he means well."
With that he went to work happily to make up a bed to suit him, and by
the time the first Black Shadow had crept as far as the big maple tree,
Happy Jack was curled up fast asleep in his new house.
CHAPTER XXIX
FARMER BROWN'S BOY TAKES A PRISONER
The craftiest and cleverest, the strongest and the bold
Will make mistakes like other folks, young, middle-aged, and old.
_Happy Jack._
Happy Jack Squirrel was happy once more. He liked his new house, the
house that Farmer Brown's boy had made for him and fastened in the big
maple tree close by the house in which he himself lived.
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