He was sure of plenty to eat, because Farmer
Brown's boy always looked out for that, and as a result Happy Jack was
growing fat. None of his enemies of the Green Forest dared come so near
to Farmer Brown's house, and the only one he had to watch out for at
all was Black Pussy. By this time he wasn't afraid of her; not a bit. In
fact, he rather enjoyed teasing her and getting her to chase him. When
she was dozing on the doorstep he liked to steal very close, wake her
with a sharp bark, and then race for the nearest tree, and there scold
her to his heart's content. He had made friends with Mrs. Brown and with
Farmer Brown, and he even felt almost friends with Bowser the Hound.
Sometimes he would climb up on the roof of Bowser's little house and
drop nutshells on Bowser's head when he was asleep. The funny thing was
Bowser never seemed to mind. He would lazily open his eyes and wink one
of them at Happy Jack and thump with his tail. He seemed to feel that
now Happy Jack was one of the family, just as he was.
So Happy Jack was just as happy as a fat Gray Squirrel with nothing to
worry him could be.
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